This is a song about "I got to get back to myself"

Just so i don't ever need to say "i need a hit" then i got myself caught up

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Then get some back to mommy

Hopin' that my niggas see

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Back in time to crown myself god & repeat the genesis

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Your trying to fight back but i got you covered,

Trying to get healthy so i bought myself broccoli

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

To start off i got more props than you so back off

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I wake up every morning thinking to myself, i'm going to get some money.

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see