This is a song about "Ann arbor"

Give poor pay-less pat a habitat with a thermostat

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Coroners comfort your mama

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

But thats ya natural habitat,

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Only time i miss a nigga if i swing and he duck

Cemetery and bury it,

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit