This is a song about "Wrong trumpets"

Sound the trumpets, i'm triumphant

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

You bitches are in the wrong time and wrong place

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

In the wrong place at the wrong time

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Right car with the wrong thang

Them niggas newbie bang

I tend to be righteous and never wrong

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Haven't seen the world in so long

I walked up and asked what's wrong?

December 4th a star was born

I don't know maybe im wrong