This is a song about "Flow of tra"

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Cause my flow is too frosty like it's made of refrigerants

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Lots of internal rhymes here so i'd spit this kind of fast in order to feel the flow:

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I slay the sickest of foes, spittin' this flow, tearin' mics up,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Flow full of shine & bling like diamond rings

Rhymes flow right off of the tongue

When it's all said and done

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Of partials responsible for a constant flow audible