This is a song about "Trophy"

Looking for them better days

And then i look in my trophy case,

Trophy//is not taking a shower when your mom pussy juices soak me//i'ma live

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

Mount you like a trophy, i'm the grizzly to your yogi

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

You a trophy wife and its time to collect my winnings

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Along with my other trophy heads

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Then i leave the scene with glee, with a pair of your feet as a trophy

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

So here's a toast to the east coast run / kobe gonna take the trophy easy son

Living off adrenaline, no shits given for a trophy ‘n pedestal

I keep it professional so my actions are kinda skeptical,