This is a song about "Privacy"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

...and start crying cuz i have no fucking privacy

I can't even get some privacy in my own home

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Call me crazy coz i want privacy

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Increased arrests when there's no chance of privacy

When they give you no privacy,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I said patience persistence got the world listening

All my privacy no more battling and conflicting