This is a song about "Inventory integrity"

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Like checkin' inventory you dont know what's in store

Next last to integrity,

A military mind mean money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Im filled with integrity, keeping my raps locked in my brain mentally,

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Leave with my integrity turn it off

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across