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

All my niggas ride or die

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

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

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

A criminal grind mean hustle

My bones are all flexible

Just like some niggas say they got bullets my hands are ammo

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though