This is a song about "My checks"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I'm constantly providing for my fam and i'm earning checks,

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Spend so much mula, checks in the million

You just working with the scraps you was given

Labels giving me debts instead of giving me checks

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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