This is a song about "I m just spiting flames"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I train in spittin flames,

Blow trees like a hurricane

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Even though i walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

For the occasion, paper planes

I spark massive flames,harmfull pains,

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest