This is a song about "Trappin and gettin money"

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Go back and lack brain nigga gettin catchy.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

And we gettin' money, over here,

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Cause his girl was always goin' out and gettin' high

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie