This is a song about "Firm"

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

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Try to stand firm while the earth crumbles and shakes,

I’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down

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