This is a song about "Tab"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Get another tab when the other starts to diminish

Or let the mob handle that

Just open that new tab

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Mo boys than a bachlerette get a tab out i'm

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

You bitch boys have your own tab, but i'm running up the check

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

They want fun and the fame, when underground rapper are turnin thr tab-les.

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks