This is a song about "Trappin and gettin money"

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And i knew that i'd make it out one day!, rappin' or trappin'

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Gettin respect and respect, do u need proof?

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Cause his girl was always goin' out and gettin' high

And we'd be gettin higher

We about to set this bitch on fire