This is a song about "Flaming swag"

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

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

And getting money is the song i sing

You know my swag is outstanding,

My swag is to the roof

Zero options to choose

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

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

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz