This is a song about "Waka flocka flames"

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

And burst in a ball of flames

While working on my mistakes

Well i'm a lot iller, feel the flames of satan's wrath,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

A flock uh waka talking on my walkie hit that bitch take her car keys

They walk the walk, but never talk the talk like waka flocka flame,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

'til i walk a flock of flames

One verse is all it takes

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Life's a hard and mad game, you'll get caught by flames