This is a song about "Partner"

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

You used to a partner in crime by the name of chuck

To make you my partner

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Yells his partner but before he reacts

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

"three i be hopin'. you and your partner, cut you both open!"

Fast forward and do your talking bout partner bid

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

"two more too i'm hopin'. you and your partner, cut you both open!"

It's time my partner in crime lay down a rhyme

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line