This is a song about "Flash gordon"

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I saw my life flash in front of my eyes

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

One in a million flash, a rehash

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Actions speak louder than words

Flash past bastards and crash burners

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I'm the franchise superman and you're just flash.

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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