This is a song about "Party over here"

Come sit over here and watch my show.

Shades: lv was a little dough

Over here, money over there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

But past & present, got me over here sweating

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Cause i'm here for the rares, yeah, slim, over, where?

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Nigga fuck all the haters, i'm over here gettin' paper

I wish mine was here, always looking over me

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only