This is a song about "Ticking with niggas"

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Niggas actin tough with the rhymes they spit

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

With my niggas in the back

You,niggas are like ghost with you

And all the shit you went through

Niggas with dirty mouths, you need some listerine.

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream