This is a song about "Trappin and gettin money wid my niggas"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

U took all my money and ran away...

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I do dis for my niggas and city

She hits my bong, my dicks gettin hard and strong,

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,