This is a song about "Nylah attitude"

Better change this attitude, unless i wanna be down on the floor

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

And an attitude, cuz imma badder dude, feeding the rap fiends

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

As for your attitude, there's no substitute

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Cuz you have to have talent and the right attitude

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

And i want a better attitude

So before i go, you should harvest food

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

The resilient attitude of a young ones brain