This is a song about "Flock"

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

And that you fly with the flock and that you stick to the grain

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

Like the #flicker #walk #a #flock #of you, keep that #flame sicker,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk

So motherfucka don't appear when the money's homelil' homie done grew into a big dog

And boy they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

You fags think it's all a game, 'til i walk a flock of flames

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock

So i can understand police victims

Leading the world with a flock of doves