This is a song about "Are we niggas"

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

I know you just doing your job

You,niggas are like ghost with you

Cause when i make this stew

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

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

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

And i'mma show you how the south was won