This is a song about "My nigguh"

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Real nigguh by far these hoes went by a telescope

My words are my rhythm

Higher power where these verses from

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

My cash effected, my brain insane,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

Grab my knife and my gun

My streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and