This is a song about "Me and my nigga"

And, i'm sad and alone praying and wishing for my nigga to come home

I don't need to see their faces when i've finally blown,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Cleveland is my city ain't nobody fuckin with me nigga

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Listen to me nigga, take my advice.

My flow is somethin like a church and every verse a confession nigga!

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

And you my nigga tho, no hard feelings

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

When i spit the bars my nigga i feel the energy, the inner me,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby