This is a song about "Best check ya lens"

With ya girl givein me the best lap dance on my right knee

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Apparently so did your check,

Lemonhead end up dead

Best to just keep my peoples names out ya mouth

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Probably die getting some head

Only to get that pay check

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

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

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

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Headphones keeping loners in check/

Kick back and know yo son set

Fuck that just gimme my check,

Nobody ain't own us yet