This is a song about "Chez its"

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

But five years from now i bet she see

Slowing its exponentially

Its in operation

One time give it up for him

Its affecting adrenaline

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Its for certain that its curtains

Without the sound of guns

This is serious, its not funny, and its shining like gold cause its stunning

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something