This is a song about "Burnin muffins"

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Mary j my bitch ya know, got the swisher burnin slow.

And you know my drift

Burnin down the forrest

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

Burnin for eternity cause surely i'll take the score

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

And while i’m in your mother

Peel out, burnin rubber

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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