This is a song about "You know when i flow i flow demonic"

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,

Rapper you know has a flow so heavenly

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I don't even know but yo his flow is kinda sick, shit....

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

I go hard fo sho mad flow now you know.

Calamity, profanity, buddha dreams, insanity. where'd it go? how i know how to flow?

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I got a sick flow and i show it all on the shows, you ain't even know it,