This is a song about "No flexing"

You're uncool like my mother kin

No affiliation

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

No, no, we are not those

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

No one no where no why no how

Cause i don't wanna lose you now

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

No set trip, no color claim

No failed romances, no second glances,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Welcome, welcome to the good life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

No hesitations no waits

While working on my mistakes