This is a song about "Niggas now days"

I get that work from my face

Because they weak, like seven days.

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

U will die automatically if u heard that a check has been stole

Girls now days i swear down there all sex mad

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Just remember that there's brighter days

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

And shots for the niggas that's here right now

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Big homie died now im killing niggas at sight

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

Then ask me for a hand out now these niggas relying on me

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party