This is a song about "Burning christians"

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

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

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I'm still white steel hot burning any enemy

Deep down got a burning ambition,

Riding around without a fuck given

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

My story tragicomic, never believed the christians or islamic,

Blunts still burning, money earning

And this will be the song that we sing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Returning one more time to see hip-hop burning/

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Pocketing sleep time, burning up my dream flow.