This is a song about "Flexin n finessin"

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

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

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Cause i came to rain n' evaporate like smoke n' spark trees.

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

You mental state deteriorates n,

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones