This is a song about "Flexing"

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

And all that stress in the ghetto, it has you flexing the metal bitch,