This is a song about "Flare"

The love affair with arrogant flare is not as common as thought.

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Flare call sendin out like we got some problems

Cause when i flare it like staring death in the eyes before you say you're goodbyes,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Watchin' cares flare up in the air like i asked 'em to leave

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

I am aware of her fair flare, and that bare skin ready to ensnare

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there