This is a song about "Repair shop"

Bricks, cement and mortar couldn't repair the damage i caused her,

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

Just want it all to stop, wait for god to close up shop

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Completely destroyed, beyond repair, living in despair

I'm sittin in the barber shop

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Let me hear that beat, air

I'm lost and gone beyond repair,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves