This is a song about "Slacks"

Fidgeting with the hem on his jacket,

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

I drop philosophies,

Cause there'll never be peace

We put the world away

Round my motherfuckin way

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

You are about to die!

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

This is like love, that you can never get

Fidgeting with the hem on his jacket,

Lady g, willy b in time

Casually ill drop a rhyme