This is a song about "Burning death threat"

And this will be the song that we sing

Blunts still burning, money earning

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

But what you seeing is a threat

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Eat your bread and spread the threat that theres a price

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

I'm torching and burning you,

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

Deep down got a burning ambition,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Fire up the burning bush

No i aint get respect, old heads pay me no mine like i aint make a threat

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead