This is a song about "Fabric drawer"

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Just open the fucking drawer

Went over to my drawer opened it no shit

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

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

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Look in your bedroom drawer theres a key and under your bed theres a chest

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

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

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough