This is a song about "Fabric drawer"

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

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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

I got something you've been waiting for

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

Went over to my drawer opened it no shit

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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