This is a song about "Are we niggas"

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

I've seen niggas with scared faces, arms are severed,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

You haters put up your guards

Niggas nowadays are diehards

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Send them niggas, they gone listen like we wired up

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Okay so im tired of these niggas who they are good

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook