This is a song about "The operator"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Organized crime, i kill your boss

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

After the fire, comes the rain

My buzz is like cocaine

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

In 2 to 6 hours

Your the boat without the paddle

She caught up in my love triangle

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

And if they did, they didn't care

The trigger or the chair

Better yet they work my every nerve

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters