This is a song about "These thots flexin"

To achieve any of these, we just let these visions past by,

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

So ill get up and spit these

Got tired of running from the police

I'm calling these shots i'm jumpin these charts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Times consecutively, from mexicans flexin sexually

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

And i’m still trying to defy these guys, all these politicians,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

Know these streets well so im never trapped, these streets are evil

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material