This is a song about "Growing up making money my boy bpatt and duschene my fam"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

My territory you're making elvis turn gay, hey! and i'm not afraid

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I'm constantly providing for my fam and i'm earning checks,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Get outta my face, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.