This is a song about "Firm"

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

Try to stand firm while the earth crumbles and shakes,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for