This is a song about "The sake productions no deductions"

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Mistake me for take a break for fuck's sake

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

All because i don't run around for my own sake

Nothing's gonna compare to the shit he's gone through for gods sake.

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

There scared of us were half man half horse like sagittarius parkside productions

Nocturnal productions

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Quit with the bullshit, treating us like fakes for god's sake.

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Should i point this gun at a nun for the sake of watching her run?

I don't mind if you niggas hate

What shes rambling on about for fucks sake