This is a song about "Business analysis"

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Take a look cause i'm back in business,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

So i'm writing you this letter

I'd rather do business than pleasure

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

Working for an nonpaying business.

Creating the illest shit is what you could call my business

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Too much sickness in this twisted system, it's just business.

Take a look cause i'm back in business,

That scary love, never get married love

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

I got high analysis a lyrical graduate.