This is a song about "Robicheaux manufacturing"

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Intersecting, your attraction faction, extracting, causing a reaction.

Because if you do then fuck you, i appear to the system,

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Is southern culture, still we got our fucking jobs overseas,

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop

But im actually skipping and causing high jinks

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

My lyric projects through a rough process

I just play my part make moves like chess

They couldn't step in time even if they had a pace maker.

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

They fasting they won't leave me ate

I'm rethinkin the choices i've made