This is a song about "Flock"

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Leading the world with a flock of doves

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Most flies flock to those with the worst odor

With some bartles and james

'til i walk a flock of flames

I like my friends imaginary with no names

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