This is a song about "No flexing"

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

No affiliation

Gin makes me sin

You can pick the next room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

No posing required

Fuck what you heard

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain

I turned into something they never became

Here they keep a rachet close

No, no, we are not those