This is a song about "Neat"

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

I keep my money neat takin ladies out for a treat

Go find rhymes that aren't discrete and find time to make them neat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Can't take the heat, lickidy repeat, rickety pretty neat

Backtracking to when rap battling was neat

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Your bars were cheap and far from neat

African queen got what you need

I keep my money neat neat

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat