This is a song about "Sai gon"

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

That gon' be the realist tell em

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

I ain't make music you gon bang to

Gon' #throw #up-wards though, disposing the resistance

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Gon be shoved the hell outta my way

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Cause some of you bitches funny

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

I'm never gon let you forget it.

Competition be tight, but am still gon' win

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin