This is a song about "Your flo"

Like a small garage in your backyard

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

She was wet off the bat

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

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

A working genius, a work of art

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Searching for fortune and fame

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer