This is a song about "Nicolas the boi"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

Lil young boi, up in the spot

Cause i break it out a lot

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

They're tryin to say that i don't care

The trigger or the chair

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Your down for the count boi here its first kill