This is a song about "Flex rich homie quran"

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Book close by to pass the time while waiting for that flex

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

Got golden arm go try to flex this