This is a song about "I do it for my nigas"

Prepare for the rudeness motheruckers didn't think i could do it!

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

I gotta do it for my peoples with a child that's famished

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

They ask me what i do it for

Turn it up a little more

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Even get it but forget it i do this shit for college credit and when i get my

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Now nigas know how i get down.

Cause we been off them slave ships

I do it for the classics

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

They ask me what i do it for

I wasn't ready for the impact it would do.

For a brick or two, really put an end to you