This is a song about "Niggahs"

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

You niggahs think you can hurt me then you are cray

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I promise i'mma call you back

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Of you and you no its true you fucking niggahs on the low

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Im hurting so bad you niggahs must be blind

Wanted another niggahs like a first draft pick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric