This is a song about "Calgary flames"

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Spitting lyrical flames, that'll leave you critical

I spark massive flames,harmfull pains,

For the occasion, paper planes

Standing behind a lectern of fire and flames

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

We ain't playing no fucking games

I train in spittin flames,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

I'm passing flames walking on ma feet

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom