This is a song about "Niggas are da besties"

Just like some niggas say they got bullets my hands are ammo

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Best friends with da game you are still a guest,

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

These is for da niggas who always put u down nd say that ur not able to make it

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Until y'all niggas are out of breath, you left every son appalled,

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

I guess niggas thought det was da new fashion

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I'm tryna learn somethin new

You,niggas are like ghost with you