This is a song about "Driving around pa with my niggas"

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out

Could've worked with my father but he wasn't around

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

With my niggas in the back

This is why her nigga mad

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

All these niggas on my side said stop with it