This is a song about "Boasting"

Stop the boasting our i start roasting and toasting

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Why you boasting, end up choking, like eminem on 8 mile when the black dude