This is a song about "What nigga"

Every nigga that sees me wants to know what i get high on

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

I've seen what it does to a nigga without his own plan,

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

Real bad nigga, ima real mad nigga

To liberate yourselves, africa

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

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

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Feet unda nigga, i gotta stay on my grind live is what we do, hustle and grind

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

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