This is a song about "Flood cultures"

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

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

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Who can flood your thought with all the blood he mops

Release the latch and let it flood

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

June to september was the period of the flood

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Soaking tears that flood the ocean, a mothers heart broken

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

You with your pot o' gold while i carving different cultures

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth