This is a song about "Trapping partying selling drugs and fighting"

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Except for selling tree but between you and me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Wearing bally's and gold, i'm selling dope shameless to say

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Who doesn't do drugs and no fighting only a few shoves

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I think im addicted to the fighting and tripping.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?