This is a song about "True nigga s"

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I'm coming home with you

Ima stay real and stay true

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Nigga stop now cus we know its not true

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

We don't believe you, you need more people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled