This is a song about "A moving van in the driveway on the second day"

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,

It's just a normal day in the world

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

Stuck in the state of limbo, moving forth to prevail,

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

But like the sun in a foggy day

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

And then in the split of a second it all came to an end

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'm goin grinch on this bitch, serving you a second time on the same platter

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving