This is a song about "Ma niggas"

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Got my foot on the gas

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

For ma niggas who died through seeking asylum

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

More bitches in ma section,bad bitch trynna get ma attention

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Fucking u with ma middle finger