This is a song about "I had to flex on them q"

Because i prone to take them on as conquests, take a look at my contexts, they

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Had i not been exposed to these things i'd be on a

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

I'm on deck i'm up next

Enemies try to flex,

I had them trippin, like they just missed their curfew.

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

I had to think for a while on who and what it would envelop.

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

With blood splatters on them yet i still look fresh to death

Flex man. rocking on that x man put flames on head never pay

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set