This is a song about "Niggas who eat booty"

Fuck you niggas up, like who i be with?

And i don't rely on no bitches

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Bitches shake their booty

Let me rideuntil i get free

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

For ma niggas who died through seeking asylum

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Greed has stricken poverty to those who cant eat cause the leader is corrupted

Okay so im tired of these niggas who they are good

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Like a small garage in your backyard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard