This is a song about "Bands on deck"

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Twins on deck call em siamese,

Five shots she ready to leave

I'm on deck yo, batter up

Well, um, there's a but

I also wrote you a song it's in your tape deck

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Part of me ought to be a ship cause i keep her on deck,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Suspect on deck that's that speck to me

If you ain't about money