This is a song about "Gabby teller"

Jill you didn't need to help this jokester out with your happy box

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Release the song, cash the lot

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Complete control, its a toll for my soul. devour me whole

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

So is dr. j and moses malone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys