This is a song about "Firm"

The money i'd make , convay myself im never fake , pen always firm to the paper

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Rise up and firm on the ground, i will deflect you, so don’t you

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Try to stand firm while the earth crumbles and shakes,

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

And i'm no firm believer that we can fully end this neither/