This is a song about "Gabby y marcill"

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

You think you're funny, y a sarcastic,but i'm a beast, i'm a mummy stopping

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

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho