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

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last