This is a song about "Nigga you flexin"

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

They claim it as their own, africa

But if you want, the beef my nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

We finna smash you into the curb nigga

Now standing on the podium, you understand nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Send a nigga come snatch you

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

I see you hating, nigga why you hating

They are the coaches in this

Flexin on these bitches