This is a song about "Chin check"

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And even though we did live check to check, it's true,

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

Energized and still going

See this scar on my chin?

Kick back and know yo son set

Headphones keeping loners in check/

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

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

Fuck that just gimme my check,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Only to get that pay check