This is a song about "Traded for him"

But there is no hope for him to live

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

But for now i'll let him play his part

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I press him for decimals out the register tellin' him that

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

The only way for him to make a profit,

Don't mistake him for satan, it's a fatal mistake

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Traded living 20 feet from the bodega 'n' chicken shack for aluminum siding

But i'll thank him for his donation giving me my niece,

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Meeting jesus asking him to make me kean for successes,

Hang on my words, but more concerned with my latest necklace