Explanation

Living in a cracked out environment Where niggas moving packs in varieties Whatever I ask poppy for He knows he's gotta match my requirements Straps will be firing Next thing you'll hear batches of sirens Every little nigga wants to rush Get their stash out and buy a ting Been in some fucked up predicaments Where some particulars had me up on some vigilance These niggas went and fucked with originals I draw for the strap and left 'em fucked up ridiculous These niggas ain't seen what I have and nearly lost their life on the field 'cause their gat jammed Clapped man, shit got hectic and I backed man Fucked up life that I'm living as a black man Everybody rates Giggs I could focus on rap but everybody makes hits Nowadays everybody takes shit I want my stack tight like the dad in everybody Hates Chris Even though I'm from the flipping ghetto When I go shopping I'm a picky fellow That's why the stitching in the AJ's are flipping yellow Then I go home, kick back Blow dro, sip 'gnac Zone out, script rap Make a phone call, then I strip yats And I ain't talking 'bout no flipping jezzies I'm talking 'bout some look-a-like Halle Berrys Glass of Cognac's already ready Fling a porno on the screen of my heavy telly