This is a song about "Keep ya in check"

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Ya won't even be able to keep up with our pace,

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Check me in the placenta noticing yall bitches agendas

And keep ya ears listening ‘n sniffing for a track by me,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

And steady keep it real ya bish

I'm a magician so please focus

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

Brutality in these lyrics i gotta check my mentality

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Best to just keep my peoples names out ya mouth

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Keep ya head up, if they call ya bitch, then just prove 'em wrong,

Or is that because i keep thinking about ya mother.

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her