This is a song about "Rap flow"

I got that gold cemetery flow

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

You got a corny flow and some phony rap

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

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

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Because of my wicked flow

Ha, in your loophole though

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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