This is a song about "Poor rap flow"

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The chart's flow has grabbed those rap nodes, and once that shows

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

I'm supposed to flow and so i'm dope, i rap for broken homes,

I am so devastated, cause i am isolated so i updated my rap flow,

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool