This is a song about "Flood"

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Ya’ll gonna suffer flood if i spit on my palm

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

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

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

June to september was the period of the flood

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

There was a flood of emcees tryna hop on and bite the style,

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Who can flood your thought with all the blood he mops