This is a song about "Filled with joy"

Oh now your filled with jealousy.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Caps half full mine always filled with battle

She caught up in my love triangle

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

The mainstream’s filled with these spineless hacks,

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

No wonder his lines are filled with profanity

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff