This is a song about "Support for individuals and families in need"

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Go run and hide your families

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans

For this, i thank the lord

Thank you for your support,

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

And support ‘em until they see that it’s just music,

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic