This is a song about "Tryna bond"

Not only had the fiend died

Enough to turn bond upside

Got ray bans on call me james bond

See, where i come from is hard

I’m tryna be low key

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Pay my haters not too much mind

Tryna throw me off this grind

I'm constantly tryna live modestly

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

And losin all his money

I’m tryna be low key

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

And all women who had light features, see

We just tryna have fun

This thing that you could imagine