This is a song about "Sups hot fire"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

On fire the lyrics were hot, it lifted spirits

But then it caught on fire

I ain't talkative neither

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Im liable to spit cold fire

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

I spit fire like a fire breathing animal

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I'll spit hot fire till my flames burn higher

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

I'm droppin' fire, only things they're dropping's hot wood,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Strong as stone,cold as ice,hot like a fire!

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her