This is a song about "Fresh ass flow"

The funny thing about, that fresh ass platinum, chain you bought

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

Who knows what the

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

I have that sick-ass flow all you others clearly lack

My all gold rolly or the

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are