This is a song about "Fuck all you niggas"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Imma be all i can be, you niggas washed up

You niggas corny as fuck, i'm just a horny ass jock

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

But, fuck them niggas cause im still fucking with you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

I don't give a fuck what, you niggas gotta say

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone

All you niggas just trynaa say grace

This is no trial, this a closed case

Fuck you jealous niggas wishing she was blowing you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew