This is a song about "Burnin love"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Burnin' there, it's so hot, ate up like a snack box,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Im burnin tires comin down the boulevard higher then a heaven choir

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

I feel the coals burnin' scorchin' beneath my soles

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

That's why these loud blunt be burnin everyday

Burnin down the forrest

She leave her hair in the sink

I'm burnin rubber, heat up this track, so call me hot wheels

And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels