This is a song about "Flos mutter"

Three weeks no peep or a even a sound

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

Ships that sail to distant places

Puff puff, so loud keep it hush

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I thought about the net, folks who was gonna peep this

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

I sit in my chair and never make a peep

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Me and polemic's lyrics are hotter than a mouthful of peppers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

So hit play shut up, and peep this

Cause bitch, i'm big business