This is a song about "No flex"

No set trip, no color claim

Hallow be thy name

When your brain starts to stretch and flex,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

9 months while holding in life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

No specific pick , no particular list.

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Try to be like me you cant flex like me. rhymes so tight, soundin so right.

Got golden arm go try to flex this

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

No hesitations no waits

No one no where no why no how

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now