This is a song about "Burning desire"

Loud addition purple patch

Youre a burning match

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Where would i be without my dogs

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Burning up,turn the fan on/

And there's little to be glad for

Caving into the worlds desire

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

You took me in, under your own desire/

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire/

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her