This is a song about "I m flexin on purpose like chief keef"

These bitches gettin' shady, tryna' catch me up on purpose

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I just wanna have an exhilerating purpose, i think i got one

Let's have a toast for this new love

I murder, no purpose

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Flexin on these bitches

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss