This is a song about "Baqir s my niga"

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Just to let you know, you are

Bad, just like an 80's car

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Black woman you cold

S queezys very bold