This is a song about "Flaming swag"

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

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

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