This is a song about "Doing everything for hometown"

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

I got everything i could ever ask for

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

I'm doing this for me, myself, and i, fags,

I know, should be doing this for pesos

We love for a while then a light goes

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Aint doing time for a shank

They could never understand

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down

So they remember me as the beast.. for slayin they hometown//

I'ma work for everything i have

No one-half and i hate math