This is a song about "Tab"

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Just open that new tab

Make the fingers snap

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

I'mma sign that work and release that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

And still a nigga made it here

Here’s a tab of acid for your ear

Get another tab when the other starts to diminish

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

With another tab open swearing from my keyboard