This is a song about "Poor rap flow"

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Stab a ho wit a pencil, i rap but my flow is so resentful

Got a shit flow, admitting that you rap bad, thats sad

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Ya'll niggas better whip up a potion my flow so rough my rap book

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Painting pictures with your caucus, satanic ways, venom in my blood acid in my brain

I have a flow of a train, won’t stop until i hit the breaks and i’m at rap city lane

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

I use your rap as my curtains and your flow as my carpet

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that