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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

U took all my money and ran away...

And i got 'em every day, every day

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,

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Take my bus and bust down money

Chillin' with homies and family

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

I got money mind and money on my wrist

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

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And my niggas say that dope is fake