This is a song about "Spit flow"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

When you spit you flow goes at the door slow and soon hits floor, bang dead,

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Bout to spit that mad flow while i smoke this tree

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

I flow cold but my aura brings flames when i spit on this beat i rip spines

Sounds cause death to the deafest kids, the flow is complex with every verse i spit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Flow to flow sound to sound, my flow is hydro

This shit ain't nothing new though

Yeah i'll spit a fuckin freestyle flow