This is a song about "Burning witches"

Im not superstitious but the witches kisses caught me like fishes

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

My rap is magical sparks, so dark witches, behold this

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Got so many witches, the curse pile's running low

We revolve towns burning them down.

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

I'm torching and burning you,

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

I don't really give a fuck

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Blunts still burning, money earning