This is a song about "My staff"

This is my original, my validation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

All black everthing on some jigga shit

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Guns and ammo hidden for when i wanna lash back at the staff

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I dont love you im just confused

They just wanna dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna