This is a song about "Burning you up"

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Blunts still burning, money earning

To be honest, i hate you, with a burning passion.

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal

I the immortal, leave you in burning coral

Burning up,turn the fan on/

When you took my hand up so calm

Deep down got a burning ambition,

I know that love it could begin

The flame's i produce, are burning up opposites in the game/

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

You pull up in parking lots