This is a song about "Check it"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

But it don't mean nothing if it doesn't bring a check to me

Fuck that just gimme my check,

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

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

And all she wants is to dance

Check out my scrotum and how it sags,

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Punchlines check it, man with a method

That's boa, see that's my set

Better hope for a rain check

You owe me, homie have that now

Check it in, do it anyhow