This is a song about "All my niggas are killas"

All my niggas talk shit but dey can't kill time

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

My felonies are all based in memories

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

All my niggas ride or die

And i open my mouth once and leave all these niggas dead

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

All my niggas we be winning, we stay tatted, we stay clean.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

All of my days are spent

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I respect my niggas, they were there all da time.

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

All the niggas that i come across, are now buried under a cross