This is a song about "My peeps"

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

Picture a place that they exist, together

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

Right flows down and they might go nice

See my pain through my eyes,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Most peeps dont like the rain, they prefer the sun.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

S.w.a.t sick a hound on me for peeps and staring

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

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

But now i'm pointin the finger at police