This is a song about "Nigga got shooters"

Or let the mob handle that

Nigga you got 2 learn how to rap

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

They think they've got me fooled but nigga i've done reconnaissance,

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

No receipt nigga i got that

Naked woman rub my back

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

And nigga if you aint got versace then nigga you can not top me

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america