This is a song about "Anglo saxon boast"

There's crack, there's crack

And like to boast and brag

Boast fucking lies to impress we not fools

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Die, it ain't fate that the beast still boast weight

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Yo i boast this flow and blow the show for no reason,

To boast my lyrics are divine

Chasing money in the city of crime

I don't mean to boast, but damn if i don't brag

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

To whom i never boast...

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I overdosed.sure i boast,wrecking the simplicity of most.