This is a song about "Sector model"

In his daily trisector, dissecting ladies in the sector.

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

I sneak into your sector

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

But i spit faster than model bitches that never get fatter

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for