This is a song about "Made nigga"

You say you got a nigga

I try to tell them i'm one of the

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

You think that he frontin nigga?

To liberate yourself, africa

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

I'm rethinkin the choices i've made

Who knows what the

Yeah. i know that nigga

Made a nigga have to spit to survive

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice