This is a song about "Burning crosses"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Fire up the burning bush

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

They like talking, its like gossip

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Pocketing sleep time, burning up my dream flow.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I'm still white steel hot burning any enemy

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

That shoebox shit, over with

Fill up the body full of crosses

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Burning up, like she flammable/

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

We burning up, it's a bonfire,