This is a song about "Paid in full"

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

I think i need some tylenol you got me restless

Loud and. simply full of rage, but in this day age i

Now everybody put your hands up high

Im in these streets im gettin paid

They fasting they won't leave me ate

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Gotta get paid in case i miss my blessing

Paid my time my day for all i have given, feels like being locked away in prison

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Chilling in full bandos because

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass