This is a song about "A sick burn"

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

A park side member, i burn like an ember

Up on phrases i wrote

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

78. sick rapper on a beat,

More money that mean less sleep

That's why you burn in hell you aint a rebel

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

You couldn't burn me with lava in a fiery pit,

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

And all you cute

Now you's a sick lil dude

Good love then i can do that for her

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire