This is a song about "Burning houses"

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Burning up, like she flammable/

Deep down got a burning ambition,

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

And talk about houses that they’ve burned to grounds,

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Blunts still burning, money earning

How they say that we not working

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks