This is a song about "Business yah"

At age eight, it wasn't hate that filled yah, it was yah uncle's dick,

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

The kid is swiftly handling his business

But being crazy man i could of told yah

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

Take a look cause i'm back in business,

Take a look cause i'm back in business,

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

I remember,yah, it was saturday

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I remember. yah, it was saturday

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Will they fold them and create a shelter to protect yah?

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha