This is a song about "Too grown to be playing with peoples feeling"

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

You both be too broke to start it

Through time, and seems to be feeling sublime,

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

I wonder why we take from our women

You can be me with your girl, but she playing son

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Playing blackjack you're bust and still wanting to be dealt

Lyric wise i'm too nice to be stopped

Cause my mother let me do what i want