This is a song about "Fabric drawer"

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

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

A demon come near and i might throw a spear at the omen

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I pick up the bowl and walk over to 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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

Keep coming back for more

Just open the fucking drawer

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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