This is a song about "Flaming dinomite"

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

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

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

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

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