This is a song about "Weed crack shooting niggas up in a trap house xcesty"

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Wake up every day shooting for a future so bright.

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Cause the niggas i grew up wit' wanna see me in a beam

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

All you niggas comin with me its a fuckin trap

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

So she loving me, got a house up vagas,(where it ought

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Masked up black mac deeper than a crack horde

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

In the dark in a crack park, sparkin' off like a light,