This is a song about "Are we niggas"

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Send them niggas, they gone listen like we wired up

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Tell them niggas we coming

Man, straight and no fucking

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Southern niggas, y'all think that we lean back when we sippin' lean,

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

You niggas are pacifist.... i want to break thru attics kid,