This is a song about "Trappin and gettin money"

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Gettin' dumb and dumber, you a brute, homes?

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

If you feel it, it must be real just

I got money mind and money on my wrist

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous