This is a song about "Best check ya lens"

So best believe ya gonna “take me”.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

So try not to think too hard about it, just do ya best.

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Only to get that pay check

Code red, which means you go red

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

Most of us are check to check, we're living rent to rent,

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

You the best dressed with ya breasts showin'

My talent should take me places i've never been

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

If you're the best i'll slay ya, have a taste of the slayer

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

And even though we did live check to check, it's true,