This is a song about "Trying to succeed in life"

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

A nice guy, trying to get by, on the outside filled with life

While trying to deal with life and the changes in the seasons.

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

Trying to get his life together, or something of that sought

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

I don't like my sinful life, so i'm trying to receive

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

To live through harmony and love that's all they wanted to succeed

I don't hear no talking, we just hear them barking

Every time i try to succeed i'm falling

Trying to much like i'm in a rush

When they showed up at your door at christmas