This is a song about "My nigga s"

But if you want, the beef my nigga

To liberate yourself, africa

I might got tourettes wont hold my tongue nigga,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

S on my chest like a superman vest

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Man my nigga really gone

Looking so damn right you're wrong