This is a song about "Nig nog"

He had is tolls on the bench, a paper and pen.

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Are you getting it yet, i'll use a screw and bolt you in.

Try to jack and i will attack

The reality is i don't know jack

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

A true leader, my 1st floor got a balcony

Than turn into the leader of the pack, like its a cartoon,

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

When my backs against the wall

Baby, let me give you a call

They calling me often to offer me walls

Bolt up my door lock, been hearing money talks