This is a song about "Are we niggas"

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Niggas nowadays are diehards

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

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

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

When the niggas do crime, we the rest to blame,

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Just because of who we are,

You see the world is scary

My niggas are deadly

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb