This is a song about "Flock niggahs"

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

And you all will respect that

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

I'mma ... hrrr ... oh a flock can't rap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

You niggahs think you can hurt me then you are cray

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

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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