This is a song about "Flannel"

That nap wrap gap trap bitmap match flap strap slap crap spat

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

If she keep going, pass the torch to her

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

By a moth, whom really had no right/

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

You burn purple cess? then i just guess that this'll catch him,

U ain't good to stand in ma face,

And no longing for dates

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I'm a flower in the spring flowering rapidly

I got that powder, i got that white

Ain't that how black's do it, right