This is a song about "My nigga4"

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

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

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

This is my original, my validation

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin