This is a song about "My nigg"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Grab my knife and my gun

We have nothing in common

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

My streaks my testament.

Im happier when high and drunk

These my rhymes and my story

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time