This is a song about "My niggaz"

She prances while other niggaz be, makin, advances, get your own hoes fuck

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

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

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

But my niggaz in paris

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

Niggaz drawn out hea. ya block hot? i put a drawin out thea.

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,