This is a song about "Mah niggas are killers"

While these fake ignorant niggas are hiring ghost writers,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

2 feet planted, keeping my head on a swivel for lurking niggas that are looking

All the niggas that i come across, are now buried under a cross

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

You,niggas are like ghost with you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen