This is a song about "My pleasure"

As my work rate beckons to keep on track of pleasure

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Understand my pleasure treasured by such demands

Purely for the pleasure, leisure not to make my stacks thicker/

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

To get pleasure he gets wet from pornography,

Loving you is my pleasure

Modu, he's ready for whatever

I pipe in and one night her

I'd rather do business than pleasure