This is a song about "Your flo"

It's all good, finna dog that

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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

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

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Bitch you should see my wallet

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

Put a fuckin’ hole in the flo’

You know i be teasing, though