This is a song about "Your flows"

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Your pride flows through the air like the lions main

Spitting hot flows, i'm burning your epidermis

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Like a line full of hoes

Posse hocking some flame flows

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Look the hustle flows regardless of these dudes hustles n' flows

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Blind as blood flows out of your body untill you froze in your soaked clothes,

Your flow sucks with no rhythm, flows hit you, knock ya back,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

A law suite arose to enclose my flows,

Took me a while just to write those