This is a song about "Cunt fucking nigga"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Now watch me climb these fucking stairs and put this nigga on the roof

Proper-ly in slanted postures nigga we some mutha fucking monsters

Where there’s minimal conscience and there’s thousands of choppers

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

I'm a cocky little cunt

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

So you can stuff it all you want, you complain-ass cunt,

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Fucking baton i'm whack, i'm ill, i ain't the nigga to fuck wit, put you in a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

But you're dissin everyone just like some ruthless cunt

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different