This is a song about "Lil flame you lame"

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Making you run back home to lil mommy

Down in dallas at the all-star game

While you were sittin being lame,

Coz you burn with the brightest flame

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Because what you did made me go away after a little touch in the flame

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Cause me nd you bout to have a lil' chat

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

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