This is a song about "My peeps"

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

Let loose terror, peeps and geeks remain in hell with flame

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

This is my original, my validation

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

So many peeps wanna battle me

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My streaks my testament.

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Im not, from the streets, or the concrete, i grew up white on the rez, no allies no fleet, no peeps