This is a song about "Pulling cones in menai bp"

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

That the villains are pulling in

They say your name for attention

I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

Yo we're simply pulling triggers, making dough, full of liquor,

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger