This is a song about "Ganja burnin"

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Mary j my bitch ya know, got the swisher burnin slow.

Burnin' there, it's so hot, ate up like a snack box,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I'm burnin up on the beat while y'all niggas crackle and sizzle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

That's why these loud blunt be burnin everyday

I feel the coals burnin' scorchin' beneath my soles

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I feel like i'm just lost n' tossin an turnin, frosted over still burnin'

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Im burnin tires comin down the boulevard higher then a heaven choir