This is a song about "Unfaithful niggaz"

The tables are turned i can't take this

But my niggaz in paris

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Breaking mine....niggaz thirsty so they wait in line

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine