This is a song about "Chin check"

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

I'll bust you in your jaw and then i'll kick you in yo chin.

Knowing you can no longer party

Tryna put her chin to me

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

They say your name for attention

I respect that you don't know yet

Headphones keeping loners in check/

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check

Only to get that pay check

Kick back and know yo son set

Clock, check-to-check, and our friends behind the counters,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

See this scar on my chin?

Energized and still going