This is a song about "Flexing on my exes"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Gotta take my dreams on

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Me and darren have stopped rapping about our exes.

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

100 percent on everything and on my team

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Can't understand why all my exes hatin' me.

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only