This is a song about "Flexin and finessen"

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

And kill yourself and your clique

When you feel like this

Flexin on these bitches

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And inhospitable,

Lady at the frank stand will

But got comma’s in my statement

And remember what i said and

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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