This is a song about "Im going to be flexing"

Then we cut, look how she say my name

To much to see,man im going insane

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Ima plane hopper, bitch, im going to the top

I'll like to tell you i'm the type to get all woman

Said "one day you're going to be a man son"

Im not going to want your sympathy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Not going to be jerked around be those fucking pricks

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics