This is a song about "Burning the haters"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Vision is blurring, losing myself, i hear the screams of my soul burning!

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

We got money to go get baby

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold

Pay dues like a hair salon

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

The burning flesh and twisted mouth and blood on the leaves,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Burning through the money but the friends are everlasting

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

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

Burning the stage in ashes

Rub the wood and ima show em love