This is a song about "Tab"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard

Get another tab when the other starts to diminish

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Here’s a tab of acid for your ear

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Now you got me hopped up on that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

And when you done i'll call that cab

Just open that new tab

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

You're sporting a polo watch but you aint got no money to pay the tab

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap