This is a song about "Checking"

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Take a bunch of medicine without checking the label

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Checking the necks of you wrecks/

I'm on deck i'm up next

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Of getting lyrically shocked, a nurse is checking your pulse,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Hey brother hope you been checking up our mother,