This is a song about "Niggahs"

Wanted another niggahs like a first draft pick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

You niggahs think you can hurt me then you are cray

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

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

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

I don't want it on my back

Im hurting so bad you niggahs must be blind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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