This is a song about "Collateral credit"

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

But i treat hoes like credit collecters when they call i don't answer em

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

Anxious but laughable rappers, passing collateral status

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

But yall won't give me credit, like you have a lot of debts to pay

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

Though, i'll give these rappers some credit

See i let my nigga split that

You gotta have cash if you credit the visa,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Apologetic forget it give credit