This is a song about "Slob"

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Let it rain let it thunder put a slob 6 feet under

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Let it rain let it drop,hit a slob in his lip then watch his favorite color drip

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Think on your toes, get a job, stop being a slob, work hard, get a raise