This is a song about "Forsyth county"

Before i leave home

Dont let me into my zone

Left to fester in a prison cell

Breakdancing to melle mel

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

You're vacant in the smarts department think i'm black hearted

This the breakdown song, girl

Wearin' twelve sweatshirts, like earl,

Bitch i'm trapped in my zone

Whip, plane, motions own

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Been riding with my homies since day one