This is a song about "My checks"

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Walk aroung town everyone throw the peace up cause im cutting them checks like

Labels giving me debts instead of giving me checks

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Of the sex organs, you better checks smalls den cause unless

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

She sung songs off the marvin gaye whats going on album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Im just tryin to get them them checks with at least a couple commas