This is a song about "Aint gotta flex"

You gotta be proud, ya gotta stand tall!

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Try to be like me you cant flex like me. rhymes so tight, soundin so right.

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

This aint your town, this aint your city

They say nothings ever free

You're prone to getting broken with your bones if you gon flex them

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

What's the deal with the nets though

(he aint never gotta know!)

Ay, undo your bra with one handif anything is gonna care it on and cum can

I am a depressed child when aint gotta fuckin gram, but i smoke that's just who the fuck i am

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

You gotta rise above, gotta raise yourself higher