This is a song about "Register"

Now you only selling bars, under the cash register. don't hate on me,

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Chronicles of earning, get a job, do work. apply.. or register..

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Shit not a pedicure sit got a register

I press him for decimals out the register tellin' him that

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Clean out the register, dip before somebody catches ya