This is a song about "Trust me"

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Trust me boys, that's not "what makes you beautiful"

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Trust me, y'all critics and parents from middle class households,

Trust me people love you more than you realize

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Trust in me you ready for a scary war, plus defeat

Welcome to organized crime

But trust me up the ladder i'll climb

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Trust me after this night,

Cause all i want is you, baby

Be fucking fraid , but trust me

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good