This is a song about "Credit interest balance"

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

While guys were wastin time credit

Not talking bout hova keep balance like you supposed ta

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

At the end of a day all i do is hang in the balance

Of gold wont really make it bold, even if u held it wif balance,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

No credit card... yet i still got late fees

Never thought my life would hang in the balance

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit