This is a song about "Neigh neigh"

When my days are numbered and i got nothing to whine about/

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

But cheer up i manufacture like krupp and you shit like a pup

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Boys oink like you in the middle

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

In time we learned to live a life of crime

This ny girl will have you whine n' resign

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

And her smile lit up the room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Every time i drop a rhyme you whine and you bitch/