This is a song about "Crash and burn"

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

And burn in hell when it comes to an end.

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

And i tell my kids to burn their wish list,

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Those bitches can burn in hell and contemplate satans shit

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway

Burn faster and faster so we take what's ours

Better yet they work my every nerve