This is a song about "Straight fire"

What's with all this fire,

Well, that's what you are

Because my soul spit like fire

Of impactful things one can ask for

That damier bag i bought her

Well we start the fire

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Thats why my flow flies straight,

Meditate. i don't hesitate when i spit straight fire i leave you to dissipate

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

But then it caught on fire

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Said when i do dirt wit her

Ryan spits hot fire