This is a song about "Flexing thot"

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Thot it was about me all about me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

She's a thot i guessed i learned the truth the hard way

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain