This is a song about "Im flexing"

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Im confused and distressed, happy yet im depressed

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Im still loaded, im loaded

On the slow jam of love

Im saying im worthless

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Im stuck in reality im no longer dreaming

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

For tryin' to communicate through a song

To guess the shit im on, im gone