This is a song about "This motha fucka on fire"

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I just started rapping but i'm on fire

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

We about to set your shit on fire

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Recording this conservation, and their snipers cock and fire

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I spit with this lyrical fire,

"contemplate", i wrote about her