This is a song about "Being the heir of a drug empire"

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

Throw your money in the air

Just the fact of being there

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Too afraid of being a loser

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

Just the fact of being there

But now it's more declare

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Took the form of a human being

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her