This is a song about "Burnin love"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Burnin down the forrest

And you could find interest

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

From work and play to working day and spurn a burnin' verse display

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Peel out, burnin rubber

I said i'm hurting her

It's hot down there, fuck that, bitch i'm hot as coals

I feel the coals burnin' scorchin' beneath my soles

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Burnin for eternity cause surely i'll take the score

Love it when ya show me love

And i can't help but notice