This is a song about "Nigga fucks with me"

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Nigga what the fuck you trying to battle with me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Nigga you wish you know me

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

If a nigga come up on a nigga with the nine,

Our history that they stole, africa

Ask me for advice to become a real nigga

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And anybody who fucks around and thinks they can go dissin' me,

I mobilized violence to monopolise power any nigga neck and neck with me got his thoat cut/

Damn angrily casually cause havoc, a raw savage from a zoo shelter, like hugh hefner i keep it up

Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride