This is a song about "Flos mutter"

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

That i was broke as fuck, driving 'roun in my truck.

I'll shove egg yolks down your throat till you croak

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,

And getting money is the song i sing

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

While you gasp 'n' you croak, my clueless rivals run as i chew your eyeballs whole

Of impactful things one can ask for

Sorry bout the stutter, didn't mean to mutter

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish

I'm uttering whatever like i was mumbling in my slumber

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger