This is a song about "Blessings to my niggas"

The door crack, niggas all black

With my niggas in the back

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

All my life ive been around crime, niggas sellin a dime, to pay rent on time,

I come to find out niggas on rappad takin my shit like dont do that make your

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

‘bout that money probly like a fucking robbery

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

To something better and better it might just be blessings

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club