This is a song about "N gga"

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Cause i came to rain n' evaporate like smoke n' spark trees.

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

Down just so we can grow

Later, n peace, even tho,

Sure he died in 96 n

Bet i get like 8 of them

N i'm not fucken sorry

Hopin' that my niggas see

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Tried perfecting my letters n

N she cud be a bitch n suck a dick

I bet you hear that white music