This is a song about "Can t beat my flow"

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Girl just listen to the beat and go with the flow

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Mic breathing in me, beat sound sealing my flow

No flow, not a real rapper, can't handle a beat

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

I flow cold but my aura brings flames when i spit on this beat i rip spines

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Rich off of grammer like i'm managing frasier, cheers

You can listen to my words gently flow through your ears

My lyrics can hit a beat and knock you unconscious

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus