This is a song about "Agency"

And meanwhile the agency are throwing over the bomb,

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

When i grew up, i was thrown from agency to agency

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

It wasn't something i said, or i'd have trouble with the agency,