This is a song about "Fabric woven"

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

That'll be slowing the motion of the flowing ive woven

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

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Using words like tapestries woven together in succession