This is a song about "My nigga be on that shit"

Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob.

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Black ass nigga my shit and stool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

They be on my pussy im the one they adore nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Said that shit before just makin sure you fuckin get me nigga

You better be strapped on some gun shit to be blessed my me

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

All that tough talk, nigga we all know you ain't about shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

Like a marker on carpet, you know that shit won't ever be the same.

It be that nigga that nobody really knows

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes