This is a song about "In fabolous"

But i'm not in the first place

Like in mice in men find a cave,

In my cabriolet

To throw it all away

He's in the books he's in the cites

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

In proving improvement in chunks,

Real light jab to opponents

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

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

In every thought, in every word

In left hand mic,in right a viper.

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

So rest in peace in my hand

Trying hard to speak and