This is a song about "Flame s lore"

Posse hocking some flame flows

This is love, nothing else close

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

As three years ago when i started chasing the flame,

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Posse hocking some flame flows

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Gotta flame higher then a motherfucker

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Coz you burn with the brightest flame