This is a song about "Nigga see thru"

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

I wonder when they'll see thru the fake mist

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Cuz all i do is pull up in the drive thru

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

You can take the train thru my vein,

Searching for fortune and fame

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

That nigga came thru the do', i pulled the trigger slow

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Nigga tighten your jaw

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

I see my nigga named pookie shot on the street.