This is a song about "My staff"

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Malia family, we the family

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

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

Inferior, but i'm nice

See my pain through my eyes,