This is a song about "Flexing on my exes"

My sim card's the bomb

Before my time pasted on

No diamonds on my neck, but best believe its on my checklist

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Spending all my money on lids

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

She sung songs off the marvin gaye whats going on album

But its in the way we text since now we exes like malcom/

New message from mom

Gotta take my dreams on

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

My fist cracked on impact yo,

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it