This is a song about "You camt flow"

My flow you hate the pace

It'll last for all these crazy days

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Said next time you blow up try to spit a flow

Wale dc said we on joe

I dare you to try and kill my flow.

So you cant fuck up the cash flow

If you know like i know, you should lie low

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

And you know this be that simple shit my flow

My flow would put you in cardiac arrest,

I ain't trynna be politically correct

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Paralyzed flow, these rhymes you gonna feel 'em.

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though