This is a song about "Burning"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

Returning one more time to see hip-hop burning/

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Youre a burning match

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

The sound of the fire burning represents the screams of my soul burning!

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Burning up,turn the fan on/

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Burning the stage in ashes

Because your pops wasn't anxious

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

I'm torching it like i'm burning blue,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks