This is a song about "Backstabbing niggers"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Real niggas never hate another man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

I gotta question for you man