This is a song about "Gabe liera and moani"

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Uh, for worse or for better

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And like to boast and brag

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And a fridge and some broccoli

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Social conditioning and