This is a song about "Being fab"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

'cause fab said he looked like a fag at maywhether's pad

Im tired of being slepted on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

Only real niggas stay on top

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

Hey fab, i'mma kill you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

My future now being burned

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world