This is a song about "Flake"

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

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

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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