This is a song about "Firm"

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

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

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Try to stand firm while the earth crumbles and shakes,

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

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down