This is a song about "Flossy"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

You still stare at frozen juice cans, cause they say concentrate.