This is a song about "Never ending flow"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Im never regretting the mentions of legends im ending

Never gonna stop more flow than a shook soda pop

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Trapped in a never-ending barrage of hopelessness/

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Im gifted, dont get this twisted never miss this wicked flow hella dope smoking

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Every second flow to countdown, i never miss a count,

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

But i never sacrifve the flow

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough