This is a song about "Getting sacked"

Quaterback is double-sacked, who said this rook was adequate?

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Enemies getting closer.

I said i'm hurting her

Now i'm getting worried,

From the back seat, back seat

That damier bag i bought her

Just me getting higher and higher

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Bout to get sacked with my exact attack

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way