This is a song about "My nigga 7"

None of that bullshit nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

You nigga, i am a jew

I be stuck to you

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Rock a nigga out his socks

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

She don’t give her nigga head

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

They claim it as their own, africa

South beach fountain blue

Send a nigga come snatch you

A nigga wanna drive slow,

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow