This is a song about "Funds living stunting flexing flight stance"

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Why do we have to have the cash and funds?

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

That moschino shit is so back

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

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

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Dual-earning whites went and took suburban flight,

For tryin' to communicate through a song

They can't knock me down cause my stance strong

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/