This is a song about "Your flow"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Give them the heavy flow of your words, they got cash stackin',

With grenades your flow is old school my flow is up to date, like a slut.

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Flow can make you lose your breath pass out and turn blue

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Your flow must hate you cuz you abuse it

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

You don't like my flow? in fact i abhor your shit

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Flow is wack, you thought hard when you wrote your raps,

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

They can’t fuck with ya boy

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow