This is a song about "Flexing thot"

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

See there no place better than the state of my mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Thot it was about me all about me

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

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

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

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

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

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day