This is a song about "About trappin"

So many memories, that she cries about

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

I just might throw a big amount

Laughs at you and talks about

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

And i knew that i'd make it out one day!, rappin' or trappin'

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

How about paradiso

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Ask her what she thank about

High on loud when i be ridin' out

I’d rather think about…

Let me see you work it out