This is a song about "Firm"

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

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

Try to stand firm while the earth crumbles and shakes,

I slumped, in my chair and my grades