This is a song about "In fabolous"

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

In left hand mic,in right a viper.

Its in operation

One time give it up for him

They say your name for attention

I get in where i fit in.

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

In every thought, in every word

In my cabriolet

Few chips, i get out n' spray

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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

You stood me up and i understand

So rest in peace in my hand

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Im in first place put you in third