This is a song about "Flock niggahs"

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

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

We ain't playing no fucking games

'til i walk a flock of flames

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

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