This is a song about "Flood"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Soaking tears that flood the ocean, a mothers heart broken

Well man i do the yacht

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

Release the latch and let it flood

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Usher chance in what commands i flood in chants

This red flood, that was a mistake. i'm always on time, but never too late.

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas

When there was a flood they really just have cold blood, their heartless

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

June to september was the period of the flood

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and