This is a song about "Heba my princess"

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Think fast, fast women

My words are my rhythm

Get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I need a backyard full court size

See my pain through my eyes,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

I treated you like a princess