This is a song about "Props"

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Props to play with or think cartesian

You're boring like bugs bunny, insulting swin3 and benny just to get votes or props

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Where scary props and freaky sounds surround

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Just another soldier that got lost in the job, offer some props!

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I get my cake; i love hip hop

My pops never gave me props for what im not

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props

Challenges and props give me hope

When i'm on it, on it like my job

People mentioned i'll be waiting for the props

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars