This is a song about "Brag"

Why are you mad? i brag to my friends about you 24 seven,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

While these baller-rappers floss and brag about buyin' porsches,

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

So don't brag and just surrender and wave the white flag

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Now this is not no ego strip, i won't brag about how many chicks

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics