This is a song about "Robicheaux manufacturing"

Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,

And i like my marijuana bright

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I'm flying high causing tremors when i hit the pavement

I do the right thing

While im in the making

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

As i design intricate rhymes that pause time,

My design so devine

Welcome to organized crime

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

The very next day, "hey fab, i'ma kill you!"