This is a song about "Protecting stacey winkleman by kicking her brothers ass"

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

I'll have your ass by sunday,

Walking after her ass like a lil puppy, ain't a thing funny

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Mentally endangered as a kid my brothers were favored. and i was dispised by

I'm a young ass nigga by the whole block

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

We popping bottles, it don't stop

I'm a young ass nigga by the whole block

Talking of the gods you serve

Fuck kicking rocks im kicking boulders,