Song meaning of Nightshift by Lil Tjay

Ah, Lil Tjay coming in hot with "Nightshift." So, it starts off with our boy feeling all fancy in Jamaica, probably puffing on some doinkies and thinking they make him greater. Takes me back to the good old days of reminiscing about the rough past, but let's not be fakers, people. Ain't no bluffing here, just a cool cat getting that paper. Mind expanded, trained to go, and getting more rocks than a figure-four wrestler. Our man molded like snow, always on the go, just under and below. Haters gonna hate, but Lil Tjay made it here slowly, while some would have called it fast. Humble beginnings, no cash, and standing broke in the rain. But damn, this young blood put in the pain and now money ain't a thing. Chillin' with savage veins, keeping that flame alive. Already labeled elite, so if he loses, it's all his fault, apparently. Pain in his heart, smart gangsters only. Staying in his lane, playing his part, but when it comes to gang stuff, things get sparked. Ride or die for his bros, made a promise to his mother, knows exactly where he's headed, but gets mind-blocked when he stutters. Ain't nobody gonna suffer, everybody eating, call it supper. Made it outta the gutter, Lil Tjay, the one and only. No other lover, just faces on the scene. No motivation in the hood, but he marches and paces for that green. Gotta elevate, dripping designer, and rollin' that Russian Cream like a boss. Livin' the dream, dead like he popped a bean. A millionaire teen, now you can find him on Bing. Bitches flocking left and right, gotta handle them nuts. Money ain't enough to shut them up, it's gotta be up and stuck if they wanna hook up. Gold VVS's shining, shout out to loyal can inmates and the deal. Big Cuban link, stress-free with no hoes, waking up rolling in rolls. Life going too fast, gonna let it sit 'til he's old. Records sold, feels like a pot of gold. Happened so fast, he can't even comprehend it, but hey, he's in his own lane. Big Miri denim, expensive Richard Mille watches, no beefing on Twitter, keep it on the streets. Real deal, nobody stopping his game. Early twenties, buying cribs, started from nothing in the fridge. Imagine the thoughts running in his head, goofballs blowing up his phone. Groupies won't leave him alone, but he knows they wouldn't be there if he wasn't famous. So, he embraces his zone, thanks his solid mama, and sits, reminiscing and wondering, "How the fuck did he make it on his own?" Damn, Lil Tjay, you're one hell of a storyteller.