This is a song about "Fabric finely woven"

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

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

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