This is a song about "Colley gate"

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

Tranna push u to complete the race till u reach haven's gate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

As i switch ur faith!,im holy like gate,n ur mother was just easy to mate,

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

And that if i pray to god i'll end up at his gate

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

You lost as soon as you showed up at the gate with that pussy hole on your face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Shes overdosed, so i closed, the gate sealed your fate, go on a blind date

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Steps in and tells the girl to leave out the gate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape