This is a song about "Firm"

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

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

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

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

Try to stand firm while the earth crumbles and shakes,

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

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

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