This is a song about "Burning books"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Focused on the hooks instead of my books

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Pay dues like a hair salon

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

These easy rhymes i still am burning

Rapping turned to my benediction, bought books only nonfiction,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

The most of insane of the crooks, got my fame in the books,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Reading books on female anatomy for leisure

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever