This is a song about "Fruits of labor"

Of potential cases

Hop off the bus

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Feeling, of appealing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring