This is a song about "Dont mean to brag but you just got served"

Caged, and the wonder is seen

But im just playin, was that even mean?

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Shout out bobby on hundreds

You just got served, now your stomach hurts

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

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

But yet you still got the balls to say deezy's just a blow over.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

But ima just shrug it off,you aint on my level you dont even come to my knees

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

So if they better than the kid

You just dont seem to understand music

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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