This is a song about "Talk about your life and how much money you make and the pussy you get"

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

About the bitch life. don't you dare tell me how i should live. or how i should talk

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

And you will fall, no lie it doesn't matter about the size i'll still end your life

Go get on your blogs and talk about me paying my dues,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

But i gotta make sure i’m right

"you and i" should talk about this tonight

About how much i can't be without you,

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Must be something you want me to see

You got friends how only cares about your money!

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home