This is a song about "You hold everything you do for me over my head"

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

You waiting for war to be over but my three leaf clover says that me

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

And do or die crucify hold me down never control my fate

You fucked me over for the last time

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

I thank you for the attention you give me and everything else

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

Bitch tits over here, the size of your fists, my only question for you is, do you even lift?

Hard for you to manage yo bitch give me so much head

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

My seniority, gives me authority, over the majority of you,