This is a song about "These pipes"

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

And i know - there'll never be peace

And whoever thought i would rhyme these,

Snitches here don't got no heart

These motherfuckers want

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

These rap skills are cunning i'm gunning at all these stupid fucks

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

All these motherfuckers see that i'm searing these critics,

Niggas can't afford these

Automatic kill for pennies

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

Rideright back to the movies

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

These bars just got foes tagged these bars hurt call the medic