This is a song about "My niggas marvyn and junior"

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

And if i don't go down, i get my niggas bailed.

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team.

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still