This is a song about "Bars flowing"

Fine young man with an old man mind

Your scent flowing in the wind

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

That the energy of youth is ever flowing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Flowing sweeter than some motherfucking molasses,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

After every show, a dream she hold

I'm flowing, glowing, going enclosed in

This boa, what's your motivation