This is a song about "Poor niggaz"

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Niggaz always wondering when the torture ends, yup!!!

And isaiah say one day your time will come

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

But me and my brother never made it out school

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

But my niggaz in paris

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups