This is a song about "Pull up i m the flex"

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

But i pull 'em up when i'm passing teachers just in case

The science and the art, africa

So i, just pull out the bazooka (blah)

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I pull up with drop top data make ya heart stop

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

And i can already see the flips my opponent will pull

You should see my chest wen i fukn flex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

A legend have to bow, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya