This is a song about "Rake up"

Too late you took the bait mistook for fake as a rake

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

Mr. right's running up,

Money i make em buck

So i picked the pen up

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Uh ha, you know what

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Yer well thats a cover up

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck