This is a song about "Checking"

Take a bunch of medicine without checking the label

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

Checking to see if she was still alive so i poked her with a stick,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Spell checking multi syllables, but can't form a contraction, it's they're,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,

I'm checking the exposure, a full dose of me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them