This is a song about "Fan tha flamez n get burnt"

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

I dont care if your not a fan

Play with fire you're going to get burnt

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Never get involved with the pills n police.

Who dat, who dat? cole world

Smoke to much weed to burnt,

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Pay dues like a hair salon

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Time to rethink, your fan base is forgetting you more then then n' sync/

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all