This is a song about "Hydro cannon"

Now im doing cannon balls

Black fours red drop head doors

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

They say i can't flow even though i'm hydro/

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Imagine a loose cannon, lacking the balls to shoot

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Flow to flow sound to sound, my flow is hydro

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Spitting it like a cannon/