This is a song about "Fabric drawer"

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Went over to my drawer opened it no shit

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

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

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

Another day as i step out the door

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look