This is a song about "Pullin"

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

By a brotha who was hopeless

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Tippin back the hardest liquor with the speed of pullin triggers

Grabbin me pullin me back in shackles to capture me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Since they pullin' our strings like gepetto it's fine,

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Your pullin on my hair

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

My album dropped and the next thing you know i was pullin' the world

Man i'm so fuckin sick i got ambulances pullin me over and shit

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Hes rasin hell and pullin heaven to earth