This is a song about "Sit back let my concierge do its thing"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

Its like my rep's stacked, then fellow and broke my back

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

I flipped satans switch, its on let me fulfill my dreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

So i sit and i write its my only escape

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Waiting on my homies as they do their thing

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

I'll just sit here, and kick back with my last bong.

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb