This is a song about "Bummy ass niggaz dirty draws havin ass niggaz"

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

She prances while other niggaz be, makin, advances, get your own hoes fuck

I don't need to deal with a dirty ass kid

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through