This is a song about "Or nab"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Is on the sister or brother, or the father or mother,

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

I don't know if it's the drugs . . . or

Emotional or physically

But five years from now i bet she see

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Win or lose red or blue we must all stay true

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Don't hustle or pimp, or fondle the boss for slips

Or bigger or wider it really don't matter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

And i don't run counters no more

Gone with the wind, cheaters and brawlers or

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,