This is a song about "Flexin and finessen"

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Seein' dreams in they sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

And stop playing hide and seek,

The revolution will proceed

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I was born to do the damn thing

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

And remember what i said and

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts