This is a song about "Flexing thot"

Thot it was about me all about me

We got money to go get baby

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

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

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

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain