This is a song about "Flaming"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass