This is a song about "My staff"

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

If you dick got 1 employee mine got a whole staff

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

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

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

These my rhymes and my story