This is a song about "U aren t my true nigga"

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Nigga stop now cus we know its not true

You know i’m better off without you

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Indubitably i'm too street

Geek u cant out do me true indeed

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Well hello nigga....i was waiting for u...