This is a song about "The niggah"

We been all around the world

The sequel to the first

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

Its ironic the way we broke up she sucked a niggah the hard way

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

From the bench to the ball

Wanna fuck em all

Can’t you see just how long my run

Eyes poked out the the raven