This is a song about "Every nigga"

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Every rhyme has improvisation every time

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

To liberate yourselves, africa

Young roy to another nigga

You think that he frontin nigga?

Our children must be taught, of africa

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

In every thought, in every word

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Perfected every method my nigga you just a segment

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk