This is a song about "Combustion"

Spontaneous combustion, conjunctions,sent you to the other side.

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

You better become accustom, when i come around i burn -combustion

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I'm the combustion inside of an explosion

Hard to move on when you always regret one