This is a song about "Fl cm urn u"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

And if i do go you better come through

Well hello nigga....i was waiting for u...

But i'm better than u n dnt wanna b the same as u i fukn hate u

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

If ive told u once i told u a thousand times,

Ma answer is simply fuck u,

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Wolf gang, triple six crew

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