This is a song about "Coolin with my niggas"

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

You,niggas are like ghost with you

My home girl told me i got an issue

Took me a while just to write those

Niggas come at me with their flows

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

And i be countin' money till i pass out

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream