This is a song about "Flo the man"

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Young roy the fuckin man

Cause u know that this my jam

I'm from the motherfucking motherland brother man

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

Blasting out some backyard

Quick flipping up sexy back

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

Prove to me you're the better man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

That doesn't make sense like nigga kids wearing cap and gowns

Uh uh, man of the year, man man of the... bounce