This is a song about "My house burning down"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Lord is my witness cause this god is burning

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

My swag's fresh as toothpaste, burning eyes like it's mace

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

My family's from the south, stayed at papa's house

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

It's disgursting my flow burning like gonorrhea and urine,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Vision is blurring, losing myself, i hear the screams of my soul burning!

The whole house is burned down from the roof to the carpet

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

The sound of the fire burning represents the screams of my soul burning!

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I got this liquor, burning a hole through my liver

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for