This is a song about "Do fo"

Packing that fo-fo, keep a snub nose by the shelf

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

C'mon c'mon open up yo mind fo a second

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Should've played quarterack fo the chiefs

But at least fo' i die i'll get one or two on who let this happen,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Live my life through some film, man

Planets? fo-times heavier than,