This is a song about "Burning girls"

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

And if you listening know you wondering

To keep your flame burning, your world turning,

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

What preceded was the clue

I'm torching and burning you,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Returning one more time to see hip-hop burning/

I was born to do the damn thing

Blunts still burning, money earning

This nation's peace sent here to run you

I'm torching it like i'm burning blue,

Burning you in effigy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree