This is a song about "Check it"

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Bring it home and sell it on ebay and check out my cash stack

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

I know your feel me, we all relate. check it

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Apparently so did your check,

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Gettin check after check it's all i do,

Check it, step inside a seminar speaking complete irrelevance

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Check it out chillnosliip walk right up and bust your lip,

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Check it in, do it anyhow

Bitches ain't around one thou