This is a song about "For my niggas"

For ma niggas who died through seeking asylum

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

I maybe funny but i'm always taking money, plus i ain't throwing jokes,

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

Niggas gon' celebrate, and wait for the day

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray