This is a song about "Tryna bomd"

Tryna throw me off this grind

Should be harder to find

Niggas die over shoes

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

I'm constantly tryna live modestly

I reel them in, goadomes on see

People tryna get a line in the bathroom

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Fuck that job been around that block

Just tryna say, how hip hop,

I’m tryna be low key

Summertime in the city

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Quit tryna be the big boss