This is a song about "Nigga aint bout shit"

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Making me think my life aint shit

Look inside my closet

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

But there aint shit to do

Streets is calling you

Buss a nigga straight headshot, no hesistation my gun shit aint no joke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote