This is a song about "Burnt"

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

Im not burnt to ashes yet man , im barely even sizzling.

It’s knowin’ it’s over

Crash, now i hold a burnt clover

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Off of the third blunt i burnt up with my purp cup,

But i apologize for not walking you around

Cause every bridge they'ed ever built, she just burnt em down

Who would forgive me even if i burnt down all their homes

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Burnt like burnt grease on your brand new lease.

Got tired of running from the police

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold