This is a song about "Cyphers"

I be walkin' in those cyphers when i write this shit, my homie flows,

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Yo you guys have got my ass hyper with all these cyphers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Due to heat i bring to cyphers all you can do is admire

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Had cyphers and battles on the block, random kids passin' by mockin'//

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Or be able to write in any of the cyphers

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

So they quit voting me, so i say fuck cyphers and props,

At daily cyphers, siphoning off failing fighters.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse