This is a song about "Flaming rap"

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

I don't know how to rap,

Bet i'm heavy with that

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

Twista finna get up on the track

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

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

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that