This is a song about "Flexing on yall"

Yall so fast with the clip,

Still sick, real shit

I got rich from a little struggle

Yall are brainwashed completely delusional

Listen, i shine while yall glisten

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Yall wanna keep yalls guns hot, yall can suck on some cold cocks

Ha my mojo back

All yall other rappers wack