This is a song about "To fire"

J. cole's her ghost writer

Im liable to spit cold fire

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Shawty you about to fuckin catch fire and blow up

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Fire fighter here to spray, sway, pretend to save life's,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

Just waiting to fire up

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

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

To the flame then shortly after write fire

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire