This is a song about "Nikki manager"

Try not to lead her on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Huh, i can't interpret her

My records sell, yes sir

My records sell, yes sir

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Cutting me this worthless check

You have a hound on a lead,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I am on my way to the professional universe

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

He takes no responsibility and fakes

If you feel it, it must be real just

Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed

Fly as ricky steam boat

Yes sir on the track i float