This is a song about "Flexin on purpose"

Never had a purpose but i'm determined for greatness

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

They say with identity comes purpose

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

I just wanna have an exhilerating purpose, i think i got one

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

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

Flexin on these bitches

But you hate them navel kisses

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

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Let's have a toast for this new love

Casue to love without a purpose