This is a song about "Trapping with the guys"

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Yo you guys have got my ass hyper with all these cyphers

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Let the good times roll with my allies, bangin' out with italians, wise guys,

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Than catch your s.t.i.s you caught from lying with all those guys/

Fuck the guys, y'all suck, surprise.

Hop in and let me test drive

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Deceiving the heads with prices. i'm one of the big guys.

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Going out with different guys and i could tell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel