This is a song about "Jizz on a nigga"

Cant fuck wit a broke nigga or a snitch nigga

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Truth be told in this game the seasons reflect on whether or not if a nigga might change/

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Wrap em up in jizz like its my version of a cocoon,

I ain't never turned straight on no nigga

They claim it as their own, africa

I'm just so sick of this shit these motherfuckers put on a nigga,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Nigga i'm a beast on the porch

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Where should i jizz, on a towel or blanket

She only got you as a nigga on the side

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride