This is a song about "Blowing through grams with you"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Wolf gang, triple six crew

With thorns from what she's been through

You wont catch me shifting grams

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

That's when you bleed with persistence through your veins and it pumps

Blowing a bubble . you think you cool? i have a jet in the back. i fuck my

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

When i'm through, with your crew/

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

We told you this through and through,

Look, ambition will define you