This is a song about "Flowing hair"

This is to my unborn child

Your scent flowing in the wind

Flowing sweeter than some motherfucking molasses,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Believing the screens or anything there

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

That the energy of youth is ever flowing

I'm flowing in a circle

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Throw your gun in tha air

Yeah i like that long hair,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Words flowing like the city of venice