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

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

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

And spit all over the world from on top it

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I'm having dreams of his mother, taking her skin and displacing

Having my up and downs, it's in the genes, yes

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Sweat all over his back and made out to the world with no slack

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

40 on my face, getting cash

Little light in the ass

Lexie and emmz took over the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change