This is a song about "Im a flash better than all dont wanna mess with me"

I used to have a nine to five

I'll mess up more than a couple rhymes

Im better than you and i record my shit with an android

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Just to show them im better than all you fucking traitors

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

But that just makes me better than a redneck spitting chew

Wanna mess with me, you betta think thrice.

Bring the battering ram where you live

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

Im a danger to all human human kind the way my flow go itll mess with yo mind

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

Im lightning in a skillet your a fuckin flash in a pan

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I'm brewing a stew 'n' spewing the truth with this news flash