This is a song about "Triggers"

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Tippin back the hardest liquor with the speed of pullin triggers

Parkside productions, no deduction only stacking figures while we blast triggers

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Chop it up like jay voorhees, pull triggers when messin' with,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

This boy's a bullet, but triggers, nobody will pull it

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Aiming at this hoes neck, no hands no triggers

Avoided it, pulled triggers. shy or harmless?

Now momma told me be careful who you love

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

Yo we're simply pulling triggers, making dough, full of liquor,

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet