This is a song about "Flaming rap"

Top dropped down, black on black

To every verse of my rap

I am the personification of rap

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

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

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

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

And sense when because i rap,

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

You, you, you have to pay for that