This is a song about "Flare"

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

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

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

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

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

Flare call sendin out like we got some problems

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there