This is a song about "Journalizing in accounting"

What happens in vegas, stays in vegas baby

Eyes never lazyg.e.d-ing on the daily

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

In a private jet while i'm walking in

My talent should take me places i've never been

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six