This is a song about "Flag"

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

Banging my flag on left side,be repping that west side,thats that best side

I had my life turned around but the white flag ain't down, looks like we're going back around

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Cause from here i am raising the flag of tolerance

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I changed the stars on the flag into crosses

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Can you see the the flag waving in the air with the checks

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Hang ya up like a fag, hag, crack flag

I will never throw that flag that's failing right in the air by your mile

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Me , top of the flag pole u half mast