This is a song about "Getting bitches and making cash having fun doing that and taking over the world with my niggers"

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Finish the job and fill my trunk with the carcass and sever whatever's gonna hang over the fender

And last but not least please don't tell no one

And screamed “you think i’m doing this for fun!”

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I would be over the world getting stronger.

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

And all the other silenced victims when they're taking shots with,

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore

And there's no way i can pay you back

Not taking nothing with me, just my pen and pad

And i’m making a difference and i’m getting nice cash,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have