This is a song about "The butler"

After the fire, comes the rain

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

And i ain't frontin for her

So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

"whatever is fair" but i ain't no jerry butler

Talking of the gods you serve

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I'm the dealer your the joker/

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama