This is a song about "My niiga"

This niiga actin cray like he still in midsummer

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My talent should take me places i've never been

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Round ma way niiga its sunny allday

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

This is my original, my validation