This is a song about "Skinny nigga"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And man, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Young roy to another nigga

To liberate yourself, africa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Real bad nigga, ima real mad nigga

Boy you are skinny, skinnier then a licorice.

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

You say you got a nigga

The science and the art, africa

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

See, it's something about commitment though

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Hooking up with the girl that was skinny and goofy you ask