This is a song about "Niggas and i chilling and doing shit"

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Unless i worked in tunnels and doing work with shovels

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

And brutally doing things

Been spending most our lives

And i open my mouth once and leave all these niggas dead

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I see past there bullshit and there lies, plans bsckfires,im chilling with my manz getting higher

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

V2: maybe she's chilling with rich kids and i can't compete

I'm doing this for me, myself, and i, fags,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks