This is a song about "Flexing"

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut