This is a song about "Your flo"

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

Sneak up on attack

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

And by the way i'mma start

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

Naked woman rub my back

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

And now we high

Your gonna gratify

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole