This is a song about "Owning your own business"

What happened to mind your business and shut your mouth

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

On the mic, it's complete sickness yous say your strictly business

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

I'ma tell you this for your own benefit,

I'm like your own private guard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Or you’ll end up on your own

Its four now, the clubs over

Inside you is your own clover.

I can teach you all the sounds of love

This is rhythmic you outta mind your business

I'm not in your business, your in mine see

No smilescause ain't a thing funny