This is a song about "Slob on my nob"

Gotta take my dreams on

When you took my hand up so calm

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

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

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

100 percent on everything and on my team

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

40 on my face, getting cash

So much class, double d’s and ass

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Turnin on my tv my favorite show was on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don