This is a song about "Flock niggahs"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Leading the world with a flock of doves

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

A flock uh waka talking on my walkie hit that bitch take her car keys

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Of you and you no its true you fucking niggahs on the low

Im hurting so bad you niggahs must be blind

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind