This is a song about "My nigguhs"

Real nigguhs ain't scared of shit real nigguhs take care of shit

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

These my rhymes and my story

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Private plane, my seat recline

These nigguhs is not who they is online

These nigguhs is not who they is online

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

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

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine