This is a song about "Burnt ends"

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

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

Earl, goddammit, i'm still in my damn pajamas

I have these rappers' farms burnt in ashes

I burnt too many brain cells down,

All my other people that dance around

Catch you up on places i've been

Which ends with jubilation

Listen to every word that i slur

Crash, now i hold a burnt clover

Dont wanna get burnt, betta get gone

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends