This is a song about "Flo rid"

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

‘till then let’s get rid of this endless cycle

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But once i got rid it was all gravy,

Blasting out some backyard

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Getting rid or witnesses paying attention

The game is now more exciting after i got rid of him

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Put a fuckin’ hole in the flo’

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I'm gonna be rid of this here bitch one day forever.