This is a song about "My checks"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Shout out to jalen rose keep getting them checks

When a company checks me out when i'm out on vacation/

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

But you don't have a chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I come correct wreck decks and collect checks

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Can you see the the flag waving in the air with the checks

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,