This is a song about "No flex"

Trying to renovate the game

No more money, no more fame

I was so sincere like nas first name

No set trip, no color claim

When your brain starts to stretch and flex,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Flex man. rocking on that x man put flames on head never pay

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

No money no talk,no energy no walk

No hesitations no waits

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Shit, even consider stalking now

No one no where no why no how

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Here i go again, searching for love