This is a song about "Firm"

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Try to stand firm while the earth crumbles and shakes,

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

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