This is a song about "Results"

Luxury life, results living bad

It's all good, finna dog that

So come around the real underground, and expect the results,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Your resentment just furthers my results/

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Sometimes it results in a permant sleep.

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

I don't even wanna know what kinda results we would get

Come around the real underground then expect the results,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Until they have to go and collect the results

And that try to look at the results when it's said and done,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run