This is a song about "Hey hey"

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

I got a stripper's lips caught in my zipper (hey!).

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

But hey, not every day's gunna be sunny,

Hey baby this ones only for you

And if i do go you better come through

"hey, fab, i'mma kill you"

And word i blew off herb i grew

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Straight bad bitches i run, through

"hey, fab, i'mma kill you"