This is a song about "Flexing on purpose"

They say with for purpose comes identity

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

The only absentee for a journey now without purpose

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Does life have a meaning like a ceiling has purpose,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

We don't ever make love

Are done for a purpose,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind