This is a song about "Got my niggas in the back smoking some crack"

I got a laptop in my back pocket

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

But i get some niggas need to feel wanted, the day you came back is the day

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh

Crack your back on the hard cement till my hearts content.

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Make the fingers snap

With my niggas in the back

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half