This is a song about "Sorry brother but my flames still soar"

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

But my brother said no free, wait for the trick

But all i wanted you to do was soar

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Sorry for my angry but you made me erupt,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Im sorry i love you so much but, its not my choice, id stay if i could,

With my /dying breath ill be spitting them words like /flames*

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

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Im so intensive my flow inventive ill leave you pussies soar like birthin an elephant

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Flames in my head but it doesn't matter cuz i feel free

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still