This is a song about "Eli petta has a gap"

I suggest you batter log out gap

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly

I ain't interested in fame

This life has just become a strain,

Cold, my style making my nose run

Revenge has been a given

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Now i'm trapped in a gap like a bitches cleavage,

What's that gap in that strap

Or let the mob handle that

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Is when a person has a artistic skill