This is a song about "Getting record deal"

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

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

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Now they telling me im not allowed to rhyme on the record

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Between the seal and its a done deal

Motherfucking faces , we deal

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

No allowance but i still make a deal

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Competition on the court

Check my criminal record,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Ignored the fact that they pressed record