This is a song about "Contracts"

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her