This is a song about "Scorching"

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Formulating up plots ta escape from salems lock 'cause its scorching hot,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

420 scorching, got us blazing mary

Stanzas scorching like spanish porches and them beats hot too

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I'll be gorging your organs and scorching your coffins