This is a song about "Real niggas die"

When i'm low, she take me high

All my niggas ride or die

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

While real lyricists die off, leavin' nothin' but emptiness,

The real niggas understand, to be the man you gotta beat the man

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

A bystandered made die

You other brothers can’t deny

Now its your turn to die

Three j's took me this high

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Real street niggas they relate to me

Can’t you hear that

Real niggas get real shit