This is a song about "Niggah a"

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Its gonna be a a test

And it rules everything around them

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

You can pick the next room

A boy taken for a goon

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

This the type of shit that make a niggah twitch