This is a song about "Mobile alabama"

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Jump in line and fight, n.y. to alabama,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

From tampa all the way to alabama,you can hear them donks trunks slamming

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes