This is a song about "Fabric drawer"

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

Angled like drafting italics, while you're ass is in panic n' dangled from fabric

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

You styles perish in the fabric of the community rhyme is not something

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Reaches for the razor in the dresser drawer, oh god this can't be good

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

My path is tight 'n chosen, the fabric of life firmly woven

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Went over to my drawer opened it no shit

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.