This is a song about "Flaming waves"

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Sprayin' pain in waves, i hope you saved enough bayer

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

A dopehead with a couple doses, of moses waves so somatic

High: that's why they call us planes

Got energy like seismic waves

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

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

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

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting