This is a song about "Flaming"

Try to spit flaming verses hotter than the ones i quickly jot,

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I think about effects of human nature and its flaming wrath,

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

A flaming gleam while they scream unseen, a screaming cracked fiend

But they added fuel to the fire waiting for the flaming/

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Try to spit flaming verses hotter than the ones i quickly jot,

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot