This is a song about "Flexin an finnesin"

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

With a dumb fuck flexin but he won't leave his booth

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Anorexics an apatite

Like as if i didn’t know man

Showin of your ass an

Call an investigation!

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Times consecutively, from mexicans flexin sexually

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

Inhale my color purple

An immoral immortal

An immortal technique

Bitch i'm all you need