I have nobody else
But Igbo and shayo.
My woman used to be my all,
Until she needed some space.
Do this woman grind me up?
Does she hold me up?
Sometimes she talks me to the buttom,
And I have no choice;
But to rely on Igbo and shayo.
Things I tell you now,
You will never get the story.
Don't know if it is a poem
Or my life story.
Call my plug now now,
I need Igbo and shayo.
Cuzzo text my number,
He wanna JFK buy one.
I mean Igbo and shayo!