This is a song about "With my niggas"

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Jt: no one to hold her tight

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it

Got my niggas denying global warming

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face