This is a song about "Cka flame"

I kindle the flame, it's my burning desire,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

And what i spit, is fucking flame.

My buzz is like cocaine

To the flame then shortly after write fire

Don't wonder my hours long and i never tire

Follicles sweating, all syllables got flame

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Watchin the flame dance hopin you'll give me a second chance

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

My raps were straight up lame, i didn't have a flame

I gotta teach hoes

Posse hocking some flame flows