This is a song about "Me and my nigga"

Listen to me nigga, take my advice.

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

My nigga told me meditate to teach my mind to elevate

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

Me and my nigga kid, sometimes we talk each other kickin',

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

And man shout my nigga game he just rolled through

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

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