This is a song about "Checks"

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Spend so much mula, checks in the million

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Labels giving me debts instead of giving me checks

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

The deadliest set of mcs wrecking necks and getting checks with several numbers"

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I come correct wreck decks and collect checks

Can you see the the flag waving in the air with the checks

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

Im cashin the checks subliminal charge,