This is a song about "Staff"

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Guns and ammo hidden for when i wanna lash back at the staff

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

If you dick got 1 employee mine got a whole staff

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Yeah you might laugh or call us staff but i'm not half mean cuz don't lean on nobody