This is a song about "Trapping and rapping"

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

And if i continue rapping, then you raps "will never happen"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

You wonder i go this long and keep on rapping

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

1:25 and i'm rapping on my laptop/

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

And typical lyricists rapping about silly shit,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping

And getting money is the song i sing

And hope they like what you rapping,