This is a song about "Money burning"

Got em burning from infernal fires internally

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

Burning through the money but the friends are everlasting

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

These easy rhymes i still am burning

Burning up, like she flammable/

I'm modest, and humble

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

Pocketing sleep time, burning up my dream flow.

I'm despicable, burning off all these syllables/

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I'm torching and burning you,

Cause when i make this stew