This is a song about "Burning house"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Lyrical oven burning,wrecking rappers like it's nothing.

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Deep down got a burning ambition,

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Burning up, like she flammable/

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

How they say that we not working

Blunts still burning, money earning

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Grow it in my red house