This is a song about "Your flo"

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

You better park it, pop it, lock it, sock it, drop to the flo’,

Up in my new two door

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

So rest your weary heart

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Well rick james, maury jane

I put that nigga in his casket

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love