This is a song about "Ask for abr"

I'ma work for everything i have, never ask nobody for shit

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

And for the record, jams1 didn't have to ask

They ask me what i do it for

Turn it up a little more

Your whores tempted to ask for more

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

They'll ask for a ride, and i'll just wave goodbye

You ain't gotta worry no more

They ask me what i do for

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

The last of a breed, that won't ask for the lead

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

And ask for a medicine for the fever that came with it