This is a song about "Niggas leave me"

Real street niggas they relate to me

Must be something you want me to see

Look it something they can't ever see

And i don't think it'll ever leave me

I feel i'll leave you niggas in a fuckin' spot when bustin' shots, golden chrome,

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Looking these broke niggas under me

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Background leave me in the dark leave

Niggas call me mo ali

What them tippers don't see

Making sure that all the niggas see me

But i think i like that, just maybe

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Niggas aint kind leave ya alone wit a dime