This is a song about "What nigga"

That nigga that feed you you better watch watch what he do

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

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

My all gold rolly or the

You think that he frontin nigga?

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

But until then, i gotta do what i doand stay a crooked nigga too

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

In fact it is nigga but it's green know what i'm saying?

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Yeah nigga on, but this shit ain't what it seems

And she throws up whatever she eats

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Cuz you that bitch nigga so fuck what you say.