This is a song about "Check 1"

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

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

You reflect me, i love that about you

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Apparently so did your check,

If your man want to bet

Fuck a line, get in now

Check it in, do it anyhow

It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Headphones keeping loners in check/

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that