This is a song about "We here to make money we here to grow we don t have time to waste so wake up and step up to the pace cos we will make you tap out"

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south

Ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

//here we go, make history, yo

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

We fight then we have make up sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

And we try to keep up

A twenty somethin cup

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay.

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

No particular reason just tryna make sure we don't have to blast the heater