This is a song about "Gears of wars 3"

Yo randall, i'm half of what you are in just 3 days

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Since i've contemplated in effort to spin the gears

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I'm tired of rap wars it's time for some stories

One through six that's all gears

The deepest of your feelings

Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

They hold on to their careers, and just clean their gears

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

I just want another, wars inside i discover, full of clutter,

I'm scared i'll never be able to turn these gears...

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference