This is a song about "Incentive concepts"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Seeing more success with my concepts it was a mystical miracle

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Concepts keep you listenin, wishin that you could process

The way i flow the way i rap, your insults are my incentive to tap

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I was formulating concepts

I like rollin' with friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Hold the key to these bullshit as concepts

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

A sly incentive with crime intended

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

But its ok, incentive is to see you lose with hate

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Make it my best you need to add more concepts