This is a song about "Waka flocka"

Bumping flocka, fuck the drama

Now hey little mama

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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,

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name