This is a song about "Ass checks"

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Completely your fault dumb ass

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Walk aroung town everyone throw the peace up cause im cutting them checks like

I'm constantly providing for my fam and i'm earning checks,

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Checks delayed n' lights turned off

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

I can get straight to the cash