This is a song about "Your on benefits"

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Mentally i'm just a psycho lyricist with the benefits/

Weed up, better make a sound

Are your still on the ground

So before i go, you should harvest food

He's probably standing on your stoup..

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

No benefits still a white boy never hissy fit

Your mom jumped on this cock

I love the way you walk

Disses, on your misses

See boy she been in love

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

You'll be pressured as the seconds tick, so surrender your benefits

But most of the time

Go on your lil' fine dine