This is a song about "Mom s shitty cable"

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

You be rocken swag like shitty

The good kid from the ugly city

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Game never on cable, but my contract gonna need an extension

You soundin a little shitty fool,

I told myself that i would play it cool

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

But she forgot about the golden rule

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Direct flow like cable, born in a stable.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I miss my cable tv