This is a song about "Flock"

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

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Leading the world with a flock of doves

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

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