B-Staz - Fire [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by The Passion HiFi]

[Verse 1: B-Staz]
I got swagger on swagger, dope on dope
I'm so high up you can call me the pope
But unlike Star Wars you ain't got no hope
Wanna battle me? I bet you're gonna choke
Oh man these lines are pretty fowl
All this pussy around me I'm gunna need a towel
Yeah I'm on the prowl, ice cold like Green Bay
Assaulting this beat like my name was Ray
Rice or Lewis, it don't even matter you're all acting foolish
Cause I been in the studio, DJ by myself
Don't need nobody else, put this mixtape on your shelf
So you can call me an asshole, the fuck if I care-"uh like Staz is sad and says that wasn't fair"
Yeah fuck off bitch, you're just blowing hot air
Now watch out rap game here comes my ceux d'etat
Bro I did your girl here's her bra
And sorry to hear about her stuck jaw
Did things I think are against the law
We did it in the lazy boy recliner
She wants me to be her new interior designer
But if she wants another date imma decline her
Yeah you can say I pulled the lever
Cause I did your girl so hard you might have to leave her
Get mad at me, I didn't holster it
I reupholstered it
And now my flow too wet
But these extra lines on my mixtape bolster it
You mad at me, you better call me prestigious
I banged that Mormon chick you can call it sac-religious

[Verse 2: B-Staz]
Whoa hold up this shit's immature
Let me start from the beginning, give you B-Stazy galore
Yes my bars may offend you I don't give a shit
I don't pretend to even care a little bit
I'm gonna go do the things that dudes go
That means beer and booze and boobs
You don't like it then fuck you
Summarize it, my bars are sought after
After this rap ask who's the best, I'll be the one you thought after
If your cold, listen to this, you'll be thawed after
The best rapper ever you'll say you saw it after

I'm the top pick like my name is Jamis
All my haters out here makin' me famous
But problem... i don't got any haters
I'm the '09 Florida Gators
My flow is nastier then African tap water
And the lyrics are hot like that time I fucked your daughter
Ironic how moronic you were to think it would be plutonic
Let me be your pneumonic device
With this symphonic advice
Yo, don't make me mad or I might have to show ya
This party is ova, you better call ya chauffer