This is a song about "My nigka"

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Man, that saying is so misused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

This is my original, my validation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

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

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

And bijies like im out and

My streaks my testament.