This is a song about "You niggas ain t shit"

Wit my kin that i came in wit

All these niggas is broke shit

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

If you think what you see on t v's bad

Real niggas get real shit

I put some cash in ya pocket

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

You see now that nigga lonely