This is a song about "Merchant services"

And their bloods trying make it work.

And gave the coldest smirk

I'll take her home and do her like homework

People around are doing their work

I'm on welfare just to make sure i get some kind of money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Gotta put that work in

It's a -- situation

Third ward general, young cash money

I'm inhuman, i work differently

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Was a motherfuckin' scam, promote the whole general welfare,

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And the man knew her services carried a price