This is a song about "Flag"

You got no room to brag makin me gag your a red flag,

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

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

I changed the stars on the flag into crosses

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

I can brag all day about the flag

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

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

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Cause i can rock my flag, in any type of situation