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

Since we begin, i'm a twisted man, my fam will never understand my plans.

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Ya'll wife and white knight her

And i pull my trigger

Check my criminal record, i'll pull out my fencing sword

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Young money motherfucker we the shit

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

And i can already see the flips my opponent will pull

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Vegetation getting thick ima pull out my machete

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see