This is a song about "My niiga"

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Girl, you got me in a trance

My words are my rhythm

Because he made his decision

You just working with the scraps you was given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

Mean alot more to me, check me out

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

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