This is a song about "Calgary flames"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

They smell you coming down, oh, look, you can see the flames,

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

With my /dying breath ill be spitting them words like /flames*

So i gotta show that i came to set every-body on flames

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Maybe when those flames blow out

Got their claims and fame but were chased by hatred flames

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

I'll slowly walk out with the fire 'n flames.

I train in spittin flames,

And i ain't got what it takes