This is a song about "Flock"

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

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

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

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

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

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk