This is a song about "Props"

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

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

It was always about the props, but just fuck it

Get more props than you've got in your whole life son

You just working with the scraps you was given

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

My pops never gave me props for what im not

So i give your ass props if you made through this far,

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

Where scary props and freaky sounds surround

High on loud when i be ridin' out

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

And trying to get with me for props inside of my clique,