This is a song about "Do the fibre"

This is the part where we run hip hop

Okay man you do the drop

When they showed up at your door at christmas

We do it cuz it’s fun, we do it for the love

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

And with the little bit that i have left to do,

Wanna spend it all on you

Nor all the things you do.

And the kinda shit you use to do,

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Hoes row got beans in them

Do the math, get the sum

What do you do when the hunger has died?/

But there's nothing else inside

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Hed do it- this the letter for before i fucking do it.