This is a song about "Your flo"

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Flo flo flow bad dad catch a cab hoe in my habitat

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Parking lot of the blue flame

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Your gonna gratify