This is a song about "Flake"

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Began, to flake , age like a page 'n' decay, it's a shame to say

Don't make up your mind, you should flake on that class

And i got that drive and she just might crash

You flake n your soft a waste to us all your a prisoner of this rap

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that