This is a song about "Privacy"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

All my privacy no more battling and conflicting

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Increased arrests when there's no chance of privacy

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

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Call me crazy coz i want privacy

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

When they give you no privacy,

Looking at your money