This is a song about "Im fab"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

'cause fab said he looked like a fag at maywhether's pad

Im on fire cause im fantastic

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

"hey, fab, i'mma kill you"

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Keep the bitches on my dick

Im still loaded, im loaded

Im gonna be rapping till im decomposed

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Nigga im elegant ,im elegant

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Hey fab, i'mma kill you