This is a song about "Getting a record deal with millions"

With a deal getting big signed by jay z,

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

See, the last one i dated, i hated

I don't need to deal with a dirty ass kid

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

I have to deal with bullshit all my life and still don't have a deal but

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

To give him a big record deal,

And still a nigga made it here

Priest tried to fuck me in the ass, for a record deal

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

You deal with your life and i'll deal with mine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

But on the real i feel your deal with rhymes will bring a strong attack