This is a song about "Rap flow"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

And he cry's as he slowly begins to decay, his death all over again,

Because of my wicked flow

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Same bitches used to play me though

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

My flow sophisticated

The way i flow the way i rap, your insults are my incentive to tap

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

But i never sacrifve the flow

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose