This is a song about "Silver lining"

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Toy graffers i'm lining out

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Yeah im rocken gold/ nikka u rocked silver/ ull never get thant shit/ kuz yo life is bitter/

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right