This is a song about "The butler"

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

A thug niggas in tha house

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

The paper to the pen.

Gets harder than rihanna when

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

From the cradle to the grave

Thinking of bliss and the good days