This is a song about "For my nniggas"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

My rhymes for all this dueling

He been waiting for his connection to come

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I pray for my family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

For my behavior, i need jesus my savior/

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Crowned for my girth now my haters livid

To my best friend (i fell for)

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore