This is a song about "Firm"

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

Hating the picture in the mirrorthey claim we inferior

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Try to stand firm while the earth crumbles and shakes,

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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