This is a song about "Your flow"

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Bullied you with flow, go hide in your locker

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Notice your veins / flow is potent with a dosage of pain

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

This flow is fire, bow down to your sire

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Retarded flow to your noggin, go & put your head in the helmet

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

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