This is a song about "Brag about accomplishments"

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

You brag about the hoes you holdin on the side

Shrine in a timely fashion never been cought ain't tryna brag son

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

I’d rather think about…

Cars? got to whip it out

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Tell me, would you brag about the cash, you've never had it,

You got no room to brag makin me gag your a red flag,

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Look it something they can't ever see

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Laughs at you and talks about

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

We on another level, i'm bout to pull that porsche out

Interrogate about the dro when payrolls joked about