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

Listen to me nigga, take my advice.

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

My nigga told me meditate to teach my mind to elevate

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Now i’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Yea im bound to get it nigga, you could be my witness

Together all the timethought it was true love

Up to a nigga. what type of role model am i? i love my brotha and i don't want

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america