This is a song about "Flock"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

Your man wale in his own damn lane

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

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

Most flies flock to those with the worst odor

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Try to jack and i will attack

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