This is a song about "Flaming rap"

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

You ain't gon find that

And sense when because i rap,

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

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

To every verse of my rap

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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