This is a song about "Gilbert"

Been in conceptual protection since the specter of wallace

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

Prince williams ain’t do it right if you ask me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

You think my shits hard, cause i go to the graveyard,

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Im too hard. da rap version of bernard hopkins. nigga

My ram is 1000 gb, and i'm the fastest.

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

It reminds me of marvin gaye and carson mcrae,

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Lol to the graveyard, your tombstone says "here he is"