This is a song about "Burning people"

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

I'm still white steel hot burning any enemy

We revolve towns burning them down.

Then get out your seat and jump around

Got em burning from infernal fires internally

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Fire up the burning bush

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!

The ice ain't really nothing to her

We burning up, it's a bonfire,

And real bitches don't respect you

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