This is a song about "Aba i"

And all the shit you went through

See i thought i knew you,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

I messed up i guess, i will admit

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

I know thats what i trust

I suppose i should tell you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

And there's little to be glad for

I guess i aint a soldier

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I regret how i treated you

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Man i hustle, i hustle.