This is a song about "Elite ballers"

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Rap temple custodian, i'm priest to meet you, you're elite too?

Harvard's elite and pseud-intellectuals had it for ninety years,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Elite geek speaks unique, sleek with mystique, sweet technique

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,

Bow down to the elite 'cuz the satanic new world order is here,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Remember craft adventure elite defender

. left in this pinch of taverns end, a ballers den while u crammed.

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand