This is a song about "Contracts"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Can't stand these hacks gettin' cash and contracts for their wack raps

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Contracts made from flesh written in blood i'm speechless,

That's the work of the reaper, doing contracts for the preacher,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for