This is a song about "I ma nigger"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

As i sweated out the suffer in ma cell lyrics were ma release

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

Ma gin tissue- u soft. i ,goku, sensed u, sent you off.//

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Of impactful things one can ask for

But since i don't know ma future

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Ma god i miss your nipples in my mouth

Wish i could make ma future clean, wish i could change ma routine

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen