This is a song about "Sang niggas"

As long as i can sang with you like:

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Rap just hasn't been the same since wu-tang sang,

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

To. a cold wind blew, knew i was through. i swear an angel sang!

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five