This is a song about "Flexin finnessin"

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

Flexin on these bitches

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Times consecutively, from mexicans flexin sexually

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

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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