This is a song about "Pleasure"

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

But there's no pleasure in being the ender of a life that you once treasured

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

The fight was on because of me, and with pleasure

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Of the superficial pleasure he kept,

Purely for the pleasure, leisure not to make my stacks thicker/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

As my work rate beckons to keep on track of pleasure

If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever

Understand my pleasure treasured by such demands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Every endeavor my fucking pleasure, never go a half measure

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

I'd rather do business than pleasure