This is a song about "Getting ready for that paycheck"

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

I'm here bro, and i'm getting ready to own/

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

After that theyll get on there knees and get ready for execution,

Paycheck to paycheck, paying bills, now how's that for "real",

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Whos ready for the match that they get cracked like liberty bell

Uh, better be ready for the game!

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Well you think we're not ready but we're ready for that

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

Believe me i'mma be your god

Get you ready for your new job