This is a song about "Positive spaces"

And now that i’m getting money

Positive audacity

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

There’s nothing positive about that man in the suit,

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Stay positive and hang with the crew

So the spaces you find, fucked up as my mind is bitch

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

People not thinking positive but instead burdens

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

As of recently, i've come through life with positive energy

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Positive energy just illusions

Everything you do has a positive and it's opposite,

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit