This is a song about "Getting paid in the navy"

I'm literally getting paid to rhyme on my boss's time.

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

In him my price is paid!

Your chick only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Submersive as navy seals submerged in the bloody water of the worthless

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I'm feeling the same, all these criminals paid

Sippin' bitches what lemonade

But y'all niggas still ain't getting paid