This is a song about "These things flexin"

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Simple things yes but to me these things just seem obscene.

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,

It's no longer a new jack city

Spitting things inefficiently?

When you spill out hits

Cause real niggas do real things

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

Open up your contacts then scroll

These are a few things i can't control,