This is a song about "Bitch azz niggaz"

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

Can't let the government tell me how my future looking

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Breaking mine....niggaz thirsty so they wait in line

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

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

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

But my niggaz in paris