This is a song about "Nonce"

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

I call em up, they might fall through

I bet it hard being you

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Im rhyming to explain the reason, not rhyming for no reason

So it's about time i went back to being the protagonist:

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

The proper noun to explain my offer now is lost as my outer sound

Or music you gon slang to

And i've been thinking bout you

Where's some good shit to slang,

Fifth wheel on the back just hang