This is a song about "My niggah"

Sky high, iced out paradise

See my pain through my eyes,

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

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

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

This the type of shit that make a niggah twitch

That is my wish, my fantasy.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Why came to me so bliss askin a niggah for a kiss

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

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

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater