This is a song about "Your flows"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Slurr puns for fun, and suffocating silly flows

Guess i’m different than most

Posse hocking some flame flows

The more battles the better the flows

So while you worry about the hoes

Your pride flows through the air like the lions main

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

With split muscles, spillin' curdling blood flows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Infectious flows just like a sty in your eye in shit,