This is a song about "After"

Especially, after that heavily news

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

After the sadness of the summer winter time froze after another

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Gets home after a night out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

Do not attempt to interfere

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

And you’re the motherfucker he’s after.

That's why i'm after this money

I'm a baller, literally

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Even after i die/

After all ive been through,

Nigga there's nothin' left of you