This is a song about "Niggas are attacking me"

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

And its just me and niggas wanna smoke wit me?

And a niggas want me back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

What them tippers don't see

My niggas are deadly

Anxieties attacking me, and nothing is relaxing me.

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family