This is a song about "Business and consumer law"

It’s official, she my misses

Getting down to business

And isn't it ironic how they went out of business after this

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Well be running a muck with our music, doorlists and business

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

And manage to establish a syndicate of business to live it lavish

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I got clowns on my hit list and start rapping now to business

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

And i'm bout my business, them pesos what i did get

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head