This is a song about "Pull trigers for my fam"

And i can already see the flips my opponent will pull

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

I'm constantly providing for my fam and i'm earning checks,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

And i pull my trigger

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

God damn pull out my racks

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I lose my mind pull out my nine and i start capping

Insubordinate for good reason

I love to pull out my gun

Stressin to become the first in my fam to go to college/

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch