This is a song about "Hangin with my niggas"

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

All these niggas on my side said stop with it

With these macs i've got a bad habit