This is a song about "Inventory"

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

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

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for