This is a song about "My staff"

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

If you dick got 1 employee mine got a whole staff

Man, that saying is so misused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

My words are my rhythm

And all women who had light features, see

My own unknown is my enemy,

Top ranked, number one my son

Grab my knife and my gun

Yeah you might laugh or call us staff but i'm not half mean cuz don't lean on nobody

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party