This is a song about "Alabama nigger"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Ass cap, put em in the river

Jump in line and fight, n.y. to alabama,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I used to live in them trailer parks across all of alabama,

In a collision, i see their ambition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker