This is a song about "N gga"

N she cud be a bitch n suck a dick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

Later, n peace, even tho,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

My mama smoked so god damn much

So y'all can cope n' touch

Sure he died in 96 n

Suck my lolly pop then

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Tried perfecting my letters n

So we can live again

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

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall