This is a song about "Me and my niggas"

Buts its funny how all my niggas always give me feedback

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

I try to be the guy, you think about

Told niggas fuck with me and will get knocked out

Me and my niggas role together like the wheels on a chrysler

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Even when them niggas stop and try to plan on me

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

And i open my mouth once and leave all these niggas dead