This is a song about "Gwinnett not closing"

Theres a line between me & them and im closing the gate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

But not tie because i'm not corporate.

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

Floating, gloating, g.o.a.t.ing, in closing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

No not really, im not a tough guy,

Put my trust in my god

The first to see you not,

I created this image

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Lady at the frank stand will

Not coincidental

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I tried smoking, eyes closing, i try dozing, but my mind's going