This is a song about "Robby the cryer"

But you never come when you period is five days

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Top ranked, number one my son

The bigger the the fun

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her