This is a song about "Flexing on my exes"

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

What's the deal with the nets though

My fist cracked on impact yo,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Like the swoosh on my shoes

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

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

From the back seat, back seat

Your playing my shit on repeat

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

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

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Me and darren scott, we're rapping about our exes.