This is a song about "Over here"

And we gettin' money, over here,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Over here, money over there

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Get your ass privileges with parking meters

Mc's all over the place here talking cake eaters

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Cause i'm here for the rares, yeah, slim, over, where?

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

But here knb my verse is over its your turn spit your weak ass verbs.

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

It's over, it's over, it's all over.