This is a song about "These things flexin"

That's why i shine like i does

Flexin on these bitches

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Ings, now listen to the way i change these things

These are just some of the things that keep the stars beaming

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

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

That going through some things

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Had i not been exposed to these things i'd be on a

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean