This is a song about "Gabe n"

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Tried perfecting my letters n

You can search but you'll never find

From ur head n' ur mind,

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

She smiled n' laughed but inside she sighed n' grasped,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Sure he died in 96 n

What the fuck happened to rap when

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again