This is a song about "These true nigga s"

And people call me a user, but i want you

Nigga stop now cus we know its not true

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets//

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Now watch me climb these fucking stairs and put this nigga on the roof

These nigga want pad on his hand but he dont know his motherland

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress