This is a song about "Trophy"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Along with my other trophy heads

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

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

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

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

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

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

You a trophy wife and its time to collect my winnings

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/