This is a song about "Ight"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Ight rap "king" ur bout to be demoted ta jester

Ight, im done with disses, back to bitches

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Ight so here we go, imma roll up slow,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Shit, i forgot malcolm, ight, em, malcolm, then me

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Im gonna make this quick dick ight you sick prick imma hit you with a stick

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

She wanna make a movie/ ight hold up/ lemme get my best side