This is a song about "Flooding"

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Tunnel flooding, eyes red, i'm weak like gelatin

Flapjack, ooh he bring

To help stop the flooding

They 22′s or something

The flooding of the nothing

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

A hundred more sluts in the sea each one be flooding the streets

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy