This is a song about "Flexing"

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

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

But now invisible cells around your brain

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

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,