This is a song about "Burnt faces"

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

Huh, a metaphor of course

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Burying battered bruised burnt burkaed bodies

She need now, she ain't never needed love

All new faces, leave no traces

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

There's no color just faces

Of one day getting older

Crash, now i hold a burnt clover

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

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Talking about the god you serve

Case they get burnt to embers

I drive that all around

I burnt too many brain cells down,