This is a song about "Bad niggaz"

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

But my niggaz in paris

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Niggaz is movin' they mouths but they ain't sayin' a thing

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from

He been waiting for his connection to come