This is a song about "Staff"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

As far as being hard, i feel i’m somewhere near medusa

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

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

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

If you dick got 1 employee mine got a whole staff

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

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