This is a song about "Back ground check"

I scream up toward the skies, punching the ground for you to come back as i sat

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

(slow ) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Reason i stuck with the sound

Burn this place to the ground

Im trying to see her in bed

Only to get that pay check

Turned my world in to a play ground

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

I respect that you don't know yet

Better hope for a rain check

Fuck that just gimme my check,

Ain't finna peak yet

Heaven or hell, there is no middle ground

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around