This is a song about "White dads burning on a cross made of mini vans"

But my dads a different story

Hopin' that my niggas see

If you to cross, i will set your ass on fire on christ's cross

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

That's word to my mom

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Loud addition purple patch

Youre a burning match

I'm destroying the stereotypes of a white rapper

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Makes me a piece of white trash,

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

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

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