This is a song about "My flow runs the economy"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

She grabs a knife with her feet, cuts the tape and runs,

Brought my flow with me.. flow so sick you'd think the flu hit me, rap so quickly

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Maybe it's the paranoia in my brain - or it's the flow

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,

Intervals polluting the economy/

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Fuck the multies and extra syllables, cause i got my own flow

My flow you hate the pace

Say you through will all my foul ways

When when the economy of america breaks

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates