This is a song about "Flexin and finessen"

And more than confident

Social conditioning and

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

If you ain't about money

And a fridge and some broccoli

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

And remember what i said and

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And nasty remains and bones

And i don't think homes