This is a song about "U don t spit fire"

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Bitches pay for a photo,spit fire, komoto

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.