This is a song about "My niggers"

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

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Baby you're the one

My words are my rhythm

Sit back and watch your sunrise

See my pain through my eyes,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Unify them, mob through, take over and

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

As he grew up he got more confused

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

If i get stopped, have a bitch throw the weed out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout