This is a song about "Flaming waves"

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

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

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

So if you done with these beijing games

Got energy like seismic waves

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head