This is a song about "Flash mob"

Flash past bastards and crash burners

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

News flash: concern in the city,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

But let's be realistic i'm not flash

A working genius, a work of art

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Take your notes you fucking fags, i'm coming with a news flash.

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Tell my children don't worry, i'll be back in a flash

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Keep in mind the thought of your life flash by,