This is a song about "Niggas and triggas"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Talk and walk like them niggas that don't

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Block niggas subtract figures and,

And my niggas say that dope is fake

We both teenagers with the same mind state

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Seen niggas pedal melons and meddlin' in endeavors,

The real muscle in the message of that

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette