This is a song about "The flash"

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Demons flash the warning lights, i cower and i testify,

Now ma i have to get real for a second, tell how i feel for a second,

But if i flash to much/ i look to dangerous/ my mom knows the look in my eye, its lust/

Flash forwards then back to him in seventy eight,

And i could see you coming home after work late

But let's be realistic i'm not flash

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass

I'll break their jaw like a glass don't worry it'll happen in a flash

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class