This is a song about "My niiga"

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

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

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

I was gonna write you a poem today

Round ma way niiga its sunny allday

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice

My own unknown is my enemy,

And all women who had light features, see

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

This is my original, my validation