This is a song about "Firms growing"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

I mean of course just the same old

Skipping class and growing cold

Growing up i had your posters o

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Is a growing seduction to achieve worst rejections

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Kids growing up to be little pricks

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

The judgment day away is growing closer, on that dreaded noon,

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

Gotta just keep on rolling