This is a song about "Overprotective"

This is a job, i get paid to slang raps, what u made laast year

Just wishing you were here, the money you chose, the vodka not beer

And while i’m in your mother,

Sorry bout the stutter, didn't mean to mutter

Look up in the sky and you'll see me in the distance.

Call that bitch a hen then i go about my business