This is a song about "Flaming galahs"

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

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

I'd rather stick my fricking dick inside a flaming fan/

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

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

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

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

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