This is a song about "Flyin on niggas"

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

We roll a blunt, higher then, flyin' kites

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

All we speak is truth/ swear these niggas lying on me

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

Beaming on this track i swear these niggas aint ready

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

Pussy niggas hungry put on like some lipstick

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick