This is a song about "Flexing on purpose"

Cross me of that list, i only spit these lyrics for my purpose

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Shhh they will never surface worthless churches fed fiction for another purpose

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

These bitches gettin' shady, tryna' catch me up on purpose

Thinking deeply about some shit, does life truly have a purpose,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

People thought he's doing that on purpose