This is a song about "We got flow"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

You got a corny flow and some phony rap

We got money so we ball out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Not relying on the light no more

But we so poor, we got no door,

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

I make songs about shit for attention

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

He act like a fog cause he got that mystery flow

Just need a dope beat and bet, scotts nice, we got a cold flow and he got ice,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise