This is a song about "Influence"

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Influence i used to fight with

He is the real influence to hobbs

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I could get to be an influence, just hasn't happened yet

Their influence though, is so largely little

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

I could get to be an influence, just hasn't happened yet

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

When killins my influence

I never fit in with them light skins

Together all the timethought it was true love

Who knew words could influence the masses

I'm not under the influence i'm under the game

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again