This is a song about "Sick with my ill flow"

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Some say my flow is ill

At night water flow to my eyes ill be a thug till i die

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Ill laugh as i hear you scream and drown of the water of my vast flow

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Ive went hard got bullets glancin/ off my guard/ wile im advancin/ flow sick like its

A little bit when i spit this cuz i'm lyrically gifted with a few lickety split tricks

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Im so intensive my flow inventive ill leave you pussies soar like birthin an elephant

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

My sick rhymes got you woozy yo, an automatic oozy flow