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

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

U stole my money bread and dough

That's why they can't mess up my flow

The streets is gettin' dirty, these niggas out here workin'

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Niggas gettin' phony if you think there's a joke attached,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Already tall as a tower and the color of my pigment is gettin browner,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

And i need you to show me love

How these fake niggas gettin so famous.