This is a song about "Burning memory"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Last thing they remember is me spitting these bars in their memory

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

It's like you dropped your laptop without backing up your memory

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

My memory is hazy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Rest in peace in my loving memory

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

It's like a stain, the main memory,

Mind and memory are getting polluted

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The sound of the fire burning represents the screams of my soul burning!