This is a song about "Fore plah"

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I'll just stick with software 'fore i lose a thumb

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Get in it so i gotsa warn ya fore i tore ya

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

So have i, so get set to dine 'fore someone has an anxiety attack tonight

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

White from the spliff he's hitting, claiming it's helping him fore-fill his rhythm,

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

What am i talking about you knew fore i was born, that jodi's families

I lost the nails to my closet so imma put the nail in the coffin 'fore everything starts falling,

Peddling pests to see the melody's which i've yet to bring, i'm trying to get a sting,