This is a song about "Staff"

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

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

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

Minutes or so, so make it last, make it fast, buffer my brass staff,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

If you dick got 1 employee mine got a whole staff

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path