This is a song about "Bluffing"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Been scratched, poked and dumb, fixed broke and bluffing

But i ain't listening

Quit bluffing, you're nothing.

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Gotta be lies, look mom! don't cry! he's bluffing, see that cold look in his eyes!

If they could cut out all the busting

When you bluffing, and end up doing nothing

But they're just bluffing

Let my angel sing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

And i'll enjoy your suffering, you think i'm bluffing,

But i can assure you something and i ain't bluffing

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

I'm all in now, i ain't bluffing

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing