This is a song about "Flaming rap"

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

Tryin to show off a rap

So i'm one with that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Twista finna get up on the track

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

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

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

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

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

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

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

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