This is a song about "Burning death threat"

Burning up, like she flammable/

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Upset the greatest and be screened as a threat.

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

And there's little to be glad for

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Burning up,turn the fan on/

It's a threat in itself

If you can't look up at yourself