This is a song about "My niggah"

Grab my knife and my gun

But girl you got me open

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

You the the type of bitch to make a niggah want to use his fist

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This is my original, my validation

My own unknown is my enemy,

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her