This is a song about "Flaming mitchell"

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

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

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

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

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