This is a song about "Catch me out her with sol stones as above so below"

Catch me out in bourbon screamin' "money ain't a thang"

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

I check her out as i'm filing through her documents/

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Atc be below me man

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Catch me riding so solo

I'm never faded though

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans