This is a song about "Bobby is a lost nigga"

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

A nigga of my caliber because when i rap all they see is a blur

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

And it spills somber laughter as reality is lost

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.