This is a song about "Firm"

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

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

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

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

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,

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

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