This is a song about "Flake"

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

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

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

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day