This is a song about "Spittin the flow"

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

But i never sacrifve the flow

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

By spittin these bars, leave retrieved cars at the dump

Maybe we just need to slow

Return of the king of flow

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Spittin the vocal emission, with a musical transmission

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

I ain't tryna brag though

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

On the list of filth spittin'

I know that love it could begin

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

First world problems written through the spittin verse hurled till it blossoms