This is a song about "Money trust"

What's in line, man? who to trust?!

But got comma’s in my statement

Fuck it in god that we trust

I ain't trying to be ignorant

I recommend you trust no one.

Ross and folarin, couple women

I faced up to time, sold half my trust

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Trust me after this night,

Ain't that how black's do it, right

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Can trust nobody on the streets

I used to trust, believed her

Yeah, right, get over here faster