Explanation

[Verse: Giggs]

Living in a cracked-out environment

Where niggas moving packs in varieties

Whatever I ask papi 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 them 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 everbody takes sniff

I want my stack tight like the dad from 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 'yac

Zone out, script wrap

Make a phone call, then I strip yats

And I ain't talking bout

I'm talking 'bout some look-a-like Halle Berry's

Plus a cognac's already ready

Fling a porno on the screen of my heavy telly

[Outro: Giggs]

Christ

What kinda mixtape is this

I know bare niggas  out there chatting shit

Like they're on man's level on this rap ting

But obviously, man ain't making mixtapes like this

Where you don't have to skip shit, you get me

I listen to these othese mixtapes out there, bare skippage

1 to 7 to 16! Trust me fam

But this is pure quality

Hollowman, Blade, we do this ting

Mixtapes in 2 weeks it's nothing

Cut that Saj