This is a song about "Flash mob"

It all began with a flash now we know the message

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Go toward the light, flash intervene

It's like mob time we pay them

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Flash past bastards and crash burners

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

But let's be realistic i'm not flash