This is a song about "Bumass niggahs"

You niggahs think you can hurt me then you are cray

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Wanted another niggahs like a first draft pick

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

Im hurting so bad you niggahs must be blind

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Of you and you no its true you fucking niggahs on the low

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow