This is a song about "Jabba the hut"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Do the math, get the sum

From the bottom to the top

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Got the passion for the music

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga