This is a song about "Full inventory"

Busy raising babies and living on tour

Because your shit is getting me full,

Full of myself, but still hungry

Third ward general, young cash money

Full clip an automatic

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Everything is just full of shit.

And you all will respect that

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Look out below, there is no inventory control

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll