This is a song about "Wanking off my uncle at thanksgiving at breakfast"

Every beautiful women at my waist

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Look at my daughter's face

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Do ya know what at can all fuck off

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Arrive at the bridge drop you off saying "have a good day"

Blastin off at the mouth rappin fast

If you ever feel alone and

At my pinnacle at a point so pivotal

Aren't you somethin', an original

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Notable, holla back at my initials

At daily cyphers, siphoning off failing fighters.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse