This is a song about "Gabby y marcill"

But y can't you fucking see

Third ward general, young cash money

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

Y you bitches think im playing,

Where the thing is amazing

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.