This is a song about "Flaming"

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

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

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,

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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