This is a song about "Flaming"

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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