This is a song about "Spit u on fire"

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Spit it hot as fire and an arsonist

I spit fire on this mic, like my shit just got laid off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Rappers cuz i only spit threats and when i pop the 357 hope u got on a vest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

By any means, if ya like it or not

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

Your on fire.. your on fire

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

Im liable to spit cold fire

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Because my soul spit like fire