This is a song about "Flaming waves"

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Forging age weathering tunes with flow's waves wetter than you.

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

She can finally rest in peace, as she waves her hands

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands