This is a song about "Coolin wit da niggas"

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Cause the niggas i grew up wit' wanna see me in a beam

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Keep coolin', pour wine and dine all these dimes i see

I'm the man 4 da game cuz i bring on da game

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame