This is a song about "Me and boys living the good and making money"

Simply out of this world by choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

Hustle for money and making livings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Fuck your rumor i'm back, me and my boys making this a camaraderie

The door crack, niggas all black

Told me whats good and bad

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good