This is a song about "We dem niggas"

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

When they showed up at your door at christmas

U lookin real scared in dem streets cus

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

And we gettin so much dope , niggas think its free

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

All we speak is truth/ swear these niggas lying on me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And when you niggas realize that we all can't be in your fuckin reflection

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,