This is a song about "Even flow"

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

And she gives them a blow

Return of the king of flow

What's the deal with the nets though

And yall niggas right the flow

I got that gold cemetery flow

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

My flow can even make your future seem bright

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Double m g forever though

//this has a sorta fast flow

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Preaching to the choir though

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Supernatural with the rap flow,