This is a song about "Circular flow of income"

We magnetizing the ghetto

Return of the king of flow

Flow of a librarian, its science, salarian, slice it up caesarean,

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Give them the heavy flow of your words, they got cash stackin',

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

You get paid less than my income tax,

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

The rhymes flow out of me like a river

"contemplate", i wrote about her

You want dope shit? take a swig of my flow bitch,

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich