This is a song about "Rap flow"

Hit the club she drop it low

Hiphop, nonstop sick flow

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

Brought my flow with me.. flow so sick you'd think the flu hit me, rap so quickly

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Return of the king of flow

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Like the anonymous "artists" who can't rap with a flow,

She said it really dont matter if its real though

This is real rap, flow, lyrics to the finest

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

But i'd rather rap with meaning, meaning bring back the flow.