This is a song about "Circular flow of income"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,

Of partials responsible for a constant flow audible

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

We love for a while then a light goes

Get smacked with a batch of the hot flow from his stove

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

I'll knock em out lyrically with a beast of a flow

Ill laugh as i hear you scream and drown of the water of my vast flow

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I'm low-income right now, i'm moving to a shotgun,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Notice your veins / flow is potent with a dosage of pain

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Cause my flow is too frosty like it's made of refrigerants