This is a song about "They re"

- his re-up on the dope made him broke.. i'm sellin it

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Wishing for a new re-dition have them regret

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Just re upped now the refer reappeared

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

Would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet