This is a song about "Listen to the flow"

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

Listen to the radio huh never mind,

So listen to the words that i preach on this track

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

You can listen to my words gently flow through your ears

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

When i listen to the crowd , they give me the motivation,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen

Listen to the fucking words

The birds i knew flip birds

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

I choose you to be the one, who's music i'll listen to