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

I got a sick flow and i show it all on the shows, you ain't even know it,

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Or would it remain as it is, it's just a mystery that i will never know

I got what it takes and i do know, don't really care if you want know more

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I think found where your mind was

I need to be more serious

But if i can help it i wont let you make the mistakes,

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids