This is a song about "U cant spit fire"

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Im liable to spit cold fire

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Y'all niggas ain't ready for the fire i spit

U tryin to act hard with these week lyrics u spit,

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Bitch u cant even keep a beat,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

U tryin to act hard with these weak lyrics u spit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Sorry if i burn you with this fire i spit