This is a song about "Flash gordon"

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Stay raw? or flash where you could either rap or play ball?

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

I saw my life flash in front of my eyes

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Don't drop that thun thun

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

I'm brewing a stew 'n' spewing the truth with this news flash

I'll break their jaw like a glass don't worry it'll happen in a flash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Clown answer back, y'all never seen the hammers flash

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last