This is a song about "My name on flame y all lame"

Miami nights, it was all a dream

My name on the big screen

I apologize i don't recollect your name

My raps were straight up lame, i didn't have a flame

Angle these beats like a pentagon

For the shit i signed my name on

Just lay back, get your face slapped

I write your name on my hand

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

I'm just doing my thing, it's all in my last name/

While all those ships go tips(y)

Hopin' that my niggas see

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black