This is a song about "Banta clause"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

And i don't need no reservation

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

It's only a dream, check point reality one

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You open it hopin its your contract

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

And i ain't saying a paragraph, we're talking a whole chapter

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

And out of principle

A criminal grind mean hustle