This is a song about "Forsyth county"

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

You are now watching the throne, don't let me into my zone

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Cause your sniffin coke someone needs to take your ass to jail

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

Such a manic in a zone of panic/

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Then call me up cuz im maintenance,

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

As a kid my parents arguments was like a combat zone

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Mami told me son, hold your own

Bitch i'm trapped in my zone

Zone 1, sosa rolled, stand up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck