This is a song about "Trophies medals girls weed"

Make them more insecure when they caught one

My trophies gleam in a distant sun

Me and my peeps often meet

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

And you are not around like black fathers

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Got them trophies on my music rack, we platinum black/

I get jelous when your with other girls

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Been wiser mother night medals

Or closed casket for our troubles

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

We should appreciate the girls