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

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

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

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Hustle for money and making livings

Know it good when she go no hands

Trapping with the hood rats

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,