This is a song about "Flames of war"

And no longing for dates

And burst in a ball of flames

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Change the nature of the game, spit flames, incinerate

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

On the brink of war, shit's bout to get gory/

And all women who had light features, see

The final war of the whack and sick

But it seems like a scene outta flick

You fags think it's all a game 'til i walk a flock of flames

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

It'll sound like the acronym for prisoner of war (pow)