This is a song about "Spittin the flow"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

This one right here for polo

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Spittin this gritty got you shocked like obama on the debrief/

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Spittin' primitive like pissin' and dismissin' puttin' the lid up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I slay the sickest of foes, spittin' this flow, tearin' mics up,

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Supernatural with the rap flow,

The positives spittin that god flow for goddesses

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss