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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

While i'm making history

I do dis for my niggas and city

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

Take my bus and bust down money

What them tippers don't see

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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

I cough on the chorus, sneeze on that loose leaf napkin

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

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

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