This is a song about "Chillin with my niggas"

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

All these niggas on my side said stop with it

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Chillin with presidents name barack

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Chillin like a villain got my red eye glare