This is a song about "Burn baby burn turn u on"

Every time i walk inside the house, burn on the face cause it burnt shit

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Pause, put gauze on you sorry rappers til you learn that i burn shit

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

I'm doubling on my verses just to give an extra burn.

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Then i burn on the return, popping bernie may schemes

This burn mark on your jeans don't match the ones on your flesh

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Burn this magget, now that's it

No car key and i mean that