This is a song about "Flood"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Usher chance in what commands i flood in chants

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Soaking tears that flood the ocean, a mothers heart broken

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Who can flood your thought with all the blood he mops

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

Like a fiend off the best rock

Well, um, there's a but

Release the latch and let it flood

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don