This is a song about "Your flow"

Inside your mind is a strange flow,

My nigga for life though

Vicious viscous clouds your flow, victory is my impulse

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I flow flawlessly, without trying make your girl wanna talk to me

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

This flow is fire, bow down to your sire

Your flow must hate you cuz you abuse it

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit