This is a song about "All theese niggas"

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

I let you know you dealing with dogs

See her man face-to-face through the glass

It's no show but all these niggas wanna laugh//

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

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

All you niggas know ,im doin right

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

But like theese rappers( tell kim jung you to stop startting shit)

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

All these niggas is broke shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play