This is a song about "Staff are"

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

So i took another shot

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

I guzzle up at the bar

Who do you think you are

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Roses are red and violets are blue

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

When you know that you are