This is a song about "Waka flocka flames"

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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

Standing behind a lectern of fire and flames

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

With some bartles and james

I train in spittin flames,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Now i'm spitting flames it's an indication

So if it comes down, may the best man win