This is a song about "The mafia"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

In the heat of the summer,

And i ain't frontin for her

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

You pay your favorite stripper car note

The truth but thats the way

After that, she say

Pawning my chain in the shop

From the bottom to the top

See, wages is minimum

Do the math, get the sum