This is a song about "My niggers"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My streaks my testament.

My words are my rhythm

And modify your opinion

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

My summertime sunshine

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

This is my original, my validation