This is a song about "Chunk gotta den ether"

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

Faster it sounded but with no grime or crime or ether

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Return on home and sleep in my dragons den

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

And den piss on ur pathetic and retarded little face

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Gettin higher den da president, you sweeta den doze.

Compete against me and an ether is what you in for

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

And if nobody changed then den what we say pointless

Im hotta den...a sauna times a lava pit,

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that