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

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Try to stand firm while the earth crumbles and shakes,

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

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

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through