This is a song about "I have a feeling that you are texting other hoes"

You have luxuries that other people haven't

Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

You maybe have a lot of things that are wrong but there nearly deadly

I have that sion flow that all you other rappers lack

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

Why do i have this feeling of regret.

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

That my rhymes are making them feeling impressed

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

To have a look around, what do ya see? are you proud of that?