This is a song about "My 300 niggas"

And this will be the song that we sing

Got my niggas denying global warming

And you're approaching me right

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My niggas are deadly

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

My niggas is winning though