This is a song about "Making money trapping having opps pulling girls circle the opp block"

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Yo we're simply pulling triggers, making dough, full of liquor,

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

I've been making the most money you've ever seen

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Trapping with the hood rats

The way we making money on some stupid shit

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!