This is a song about "Nigga pulling up to my bl"

Nigga i was sent from hell to fuck up your nigga with my devil stick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

My nigga told me meditate to teach my mind to elevate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Nigga know better than to doubt my reign

I'm going off the top of the brain

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Cuz i'm pulling skirts up exposing you ladies,

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger