This is a song about "Trophy"

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

See money talk and these days

And then i look in my trophy case,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I'll shine brighter, rhyme tighter, and then snatch the trophy,

You a trophy wife and its time to collect my winnings

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

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

My heart starts shredding slowly/ she was more to me than my trophy

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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

Although he takes the swearing olympics trophy

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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