This is a song about "Figures"

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

I want the slice of cake, i'd like to taste fame or six figures,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Staring at our figures

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Counting out the green, but the figures we figured

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Still six figures i figure,

What is hittin' for