This is a song about "No respect"

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

But i never got respect

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

You always question, what happened to respect?

No i aint get respect, old heads pay me no mine like i aint make a threat

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

I have no respect for a ghost, you can battle and back talk,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

No matter how angry or sad love and self-respect is what you knew

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you