This is a song about "Hot flows"

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

We popping bottles, it don't stop

The more battles the better the flows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Spitting hot flows, i'm burning your epidermis

Look the hustle flows regardless of these dudes hustles n' flows

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

So while you worry about the hoes

In the game killing you with the sickest flows

It's roc nation, this my team

Flows tight as 'tifah's blood stream

You make a nigga's night turn day

My flows fucking cray cray

Flows smooth as swish in baskets

Got racks, ain’t talking tits