This is a song about "Offer"

Just another soldier that got lost in the job, offer some props!

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Bt my dad made me "the godfather" offer...which i just cant refuse...

I thought the offer was quite impressive and deluxe...

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

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

He's getting byeit's time to bury another brotha nobody crylife as a baller

You know from me it is slaughter, like trying to be free that's all i got to offer

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

From prospering proper - scoff at your offer

Offer ecstasy to pretty strangers next to me

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money