This is a song about "Dat flo"

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

He don't do the same

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

You better park it, pop it, lock it, sock it, drop to the flo’,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

See, and now life seem hard

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Although thought that we would grow

She love dat shit, shes begging for mo