This is a song about "Flex on me"

Bitch, they call it motor city

Run tell mommy, tattle on me,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Trying to fucking stomp on me

I be gettin' money

But imma keep on doing me

When your brain starts to stretch and flex,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Everyone gave up on me,

The good kid from the ugly city

Got golden arm go try to flex this

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Try to be like me you cant flex like me. rhymes so tight, soundin so right.

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Flex man. rocking on that x man put flames on head never pay