This is a song about "My 300 niggas"

That we ain't never had

My niggas getting mad

Jungle fever for the night

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Hell tried to grasp it but it survived that 300 foot fall.

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Niggas talking behind my back that's articulating

Now don’t it sound legendary

My niggas are deadly

We both teenagers with the same mind state

And my niggas say that dope is fake