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

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

So he runs through his building, leaves the shotgun behind,

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

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

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

And i stay down like my economy and finally i stay true to my might dynasty, yup!!!

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

The bloodshed's reality, it runs thick, it's tragedy

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

Off the top of the dome, hold up lemme change my flow

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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