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

I got money mind and money on my wrist

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

Then some lady named billie holiday

U took all my money and ran away...

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

And we gettin so much dope , niggas think its free

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I do dis for my niggas and city

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

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,