This is a song about "Abigail s elbow"

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I dropped an elbow on the one tryed to tackle me down

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,