This is a song about "Governor"

Contact the locksmith his locker's tick-tocking

I don't hear no talking, we just hear them barking

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Just tell me, tell me, tell me if u love me

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

You cannot just threaten my ass while on drugs when i'm paranoid

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Since there were drugs all around the house

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Corporate executive who doesn't give a fuck, i'm wicked,

With no problems to tell

This is heaven on hell