This is a song about "About guns and shoot peolpe and being on the block"

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Aiming for the top so here i aim and shoot

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm spittin' when i walk, kickin' up chalk on the block and know i walk funny,

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Nigga's on the block crotched and they looking suspicious

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon