This is a song about "Flo der hurenshohn"

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole

Flo flo flow bad dad catch a cab hoe in my habitat

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

You better park it, pop it, lock it, sock it, drop to the flo’,

Sneak up on attack

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

Blasting out some backyard

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

When love comes callin', don’t love back