This is a song about "Interaction"

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

For some reason our communication blew

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Give me the key or the combination

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

Please hold your applause

But il cut your dick off

Intercourse pausin' for thought,

I make her cum a lot

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Get off, for i pop off

Intendent attend them, cool cause