This is a song about "Nigga talking shit when i m off the pound"

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

When i watch you all scatter as i pop off the flares!

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

Live for tonight, before tomorrow's amnesia

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Weed up, better make a sound

You a bitch, i send you to the pound,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

Nigga i could flip a verse off the top of the dome

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home