This is a song about "Too fire"

Good love then i can do that for her

Because my soul spit like fire

Earth wind fire. now i got myself faded too

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

The whole parking lot is on fire

My flow is pure fire

I thought i recognized her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

You know...you know who you are

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Im liable to spit cold fire

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Yes you have a gun but wont fire,

That's what rains for

Well we start the fire