This is a song about "St as he is"

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

As he grew up he got more confused

He is just standing there as i fuck his mother-fucking heir

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

We as a people decide if shady's as bad as they say he is

Big trouble. and if he is as bananas as you say

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news