This is a song about "If i type more will it help the flow just a question i need to know"

//i will redo it another day, just tried to show the flow for the cypher

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

You don't need to know my motives, just that i attack

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

Reason i need mental help / doing a killing spree is all i see / the system

And i just wanna help some people in some need of assistance,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

They need a shovel just to make it out the door to get more of it

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

To the others like you, who i need to help, i need to try

Can it be a we, i need the key, to your heart.

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark