This is a song about "Gabe the babe"

If know whats good for ya babe

At an extremly alarming rate

And there's little to be glad for

In the heat of the summer,

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

And i can't help but stare, cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

I'm tryna get some pork babe. give me pig

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

But call me uncle, yeah uncle cam

Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam

But this real, fuck how you feel

Babe theres nothing here