This is a song about "Salty niggaz"

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Niggaz drawn out hea. ya block hot? i put a drawin out thea.

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

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

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free