This is a song about "Fage it"

Ya love it gone admit it

Cause we done did that

I'mma sign that work and release that

Cause you can live it, live it, live it,

You owe me, homie have that now

Check it in, do it anyhow

The dead society of a poet

Is what you make it, shake it

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Couldn't believe it when i heard it

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Yes we bout it bout it/

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.