This is a song about "Burning buildings down"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Wolf gang, triple six crew

I'm torching and burning you,

I'm still white steel hot burning any enemy

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Pocketing sleep time, burning up my dream flow.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

Burned up buildings still in their place, abandoned shacks, havoc

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Blunts still burning, money earning

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Fire up the burning bush

I flash smiles at the mean looks