This is a song about "In fabolous"

In every thought, in every word

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

That shit was wack as fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

It's just my soda mixed with brown

They fall in the downtown,in town

To just come and shoot ya like when fabolous made ray j mad

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

In proving improvement in chunks,

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

So rest in peace in my hand

Miami nights, made a couple grand

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Rest in peace in my loving memory