This is a song about "My nigga got my back"

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

They had my back everyday it got crazy

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Cause steady pressure, has got my back

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph