This is a song about "You put me through a lot"

Do a lot of jewelery, maybe nough to ruin me

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

But yall won't give me credit, like you have a lot of debts to pay

We’ve been through a lot

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Give you a reason to put me on you're kill list.

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Hot so imma put you to sleep in the lot while i stop and pop like this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Like "loot at me!", yeah that makes a lot of sense