This is a song about "Blessings to my niggas"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

My niggas getting mad

Niggas dream of a triple beam, my dreams lead to a murder scene.

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Sneak up on attack

With my niggas in the back

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

All my niggas stayed strapped r.i.p. to ma she stayed on the truth

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me