This is a song about "My checks"

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Shout out to jalen rose keep getting them checks

Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch

Im cashin the checks subliminal charge,

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

15 and only the checks involved_don’t mess around like this

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs