This is a song about "Philly philadelphia rollie phantom bentley guns money"

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Neva rode no bentley yes i did last nite

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

On trial for possession of some chronic

Remember my guns like a mic,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Born in cal but my heart is philly, can you feel me?

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

Like a backwards rollie i hoping i dont get this time wrong

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

We pushing lambos, phantoms, and bentley coupes now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance