This is a song about "Honesty trust profit commitment assurance integrity serving others consistency high standards"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Cant even make a profit

Leave with my integrity turn it off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

We get hit w/ them double standards,

A fear of commitment with

So it's nothing to finish

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Bearing witness to drama and the lack of commitment.

I be serving wack rappers like a dish

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

You little young-ass motherfuckers

But she is above all others