This is a song about "Abella anderson"

Real recognize real, that's what my buddy always say

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Before you could feel the shell shock of words like a grenade/

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

But deleting your stuff was a minor shock

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

Senor bout to catch me being late come on mrs roberts cant the attendance wait

He say, she say." oh my god

Millions of faces were in shock

Well i'm not a mortal man, so how you feeling buddy?

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Pawning my chain in the shop

With rock, shock rap with doc