This is a song about "In fabolous"

They fall in the downtown,in town

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

And i’m talkin, passenger action

I get in where i fit in.

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In proving improvement in chunks,

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

But i know i see better days

Like in mice in men find a cave,

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Sittin in someones den in some denim,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

In every thought, in every word

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard