This is a song about "Get in my zone"

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Such a manic in a zone of panic/

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Bitch i'm trapped in my zone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Gimme some paper and lead to get me in my zone.

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

You are now watching the throne, don't let me into my zone

I'm in my zone, it's my throne, it's crunch time

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

You left your nigga on his own

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

Dont let me into my zone

Blackberry and t phone