This is a song about "My nigka"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This is my original, my validation

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

You just working with the scraps you was given

I pop one, you pop one

Grab my knife and my gun

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

How i'm outgoing but don't be going out

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

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My streaks my testament.