This is a song about "Party is over"

Maybe this chapters over but the next is about to begin

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

So i went out to party

And not a copy

Lucifer, our beef is over but not forgotten

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Makes for a hell of party

What them tippers don't see

So now that it's over, is it over to stay?

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

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

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

This is what i cannot say, but plays over and over above my shoulders

Man is overpowered by over waged fags

Check my bank account, got racks on racks