This is a song about "You can t flame"

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

The door crack, niggas all black

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

You bitch ass niggas know my name, i'm in that bentley fire flame

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one