This is a song about "I tryna get it"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

When i hit platinum youll still be tryna get to double copper

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Idiots tryna get intimate, doesn't matter who they did it with.

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Tryna get brolic with your lyrics as soon as i saw them they were gone

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

I'm just tryna get drunk, fuck my tuition

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

And you were tryna get it over fast.

Tryna get this money, so i can chill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

And you were tryna get it over fast.