This is a song about "Flexing"

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain