This is a song about "Gwinnett not closing"

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Posin' with hoes, hopin' to own 'em / it's a no-go, so i'm closing their notions

Not even metaphorical

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Cause when the curtain are closing,none of you gonna rise above me.

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Never wrong at any level

Not coincidental

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Cuz i'm not crazy, no i'm not

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Not gonna lie we're not happy family

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Stand clear of the closing doors, as the train leaves the station