This is a song about "Flushed"

But on the river i've flushed it all, trials i've failed were placed in the porcelain

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

I shoot i hear the buzzer the ball hit the bucket and flushed right in

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Feels like my hearts been ripped out of my chest and flushed down the

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

My dreams with her were flushed/i'm about to start giving up i thought she