This is a song about "Flex on em"

With my name on em, that’s a shame

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Come right back on 'em, fight, and leave 'em in the dirt yo

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Let em' preach me on a pulpit, 'cause compared to your horseshit,

Twins on deck call em siamese,

Malcolm x, by any means

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Flex rapping like im hard as shit

Through all the rain and the pain

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

So let’s stand strong, march on, and we take ‘em on,

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Throw on "lose yourself" and make 'em lose it