This is a song about "Getting state championship rings"

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Daunting sings, flaunting things like the golden rings,

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

By the water, au revoir to my audience

And punches thrown with metal rings

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Nah it's getting worse, your cursed in this crazed state

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

And my rings 14 carat

Pass that, catch back, fast that

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Would look at us all the time

The championship is still mine