This is a song about "Lil flash"

Except she's got a little more ass

But let's be realistic i'm not flash

Tell my children don't worry, i'll be back in a flash

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Go toward the light, flash intervene

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My name is lil tommy

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

News flash: concern in the city,