This is a song about "Crooked flames"

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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

I know what it takes

And burst in a ball of flames

The crooked path i follow, i wish upon no soul.

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Maybe when those flames blow out

Or know what its about

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Got their claims and fame but were chased by hatred flames

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack