This is a song about "My wigga"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He just get her bigger bags

After lebron, i'm what's next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

I'm a wigga who aint gon rap that much about the streets.

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Yeah i ain't done

Grab my knife and my gun