This is a song about "Just to flex on you"

Book close by to pass the time while waiting for that flex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

You not meant to be here, on my car you just rust

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

You're prone to getting broken with your bones if you gon flex them

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

You should see my chest wen i fukn flex

Just need a little angel to protect, except now she denied you and shes on to the next

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Just to survive another day on this planet

Got golden arm go try to flex this

Get my taste from all of my bitches

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game