This is a song about "Firm"

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

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

Try to stand firm while the earth crumbles and shakes,

We back on these highways moving cakes

I'm spotted on different beaches, cohiba smoking reefer

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

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

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