This is a song about "Andrew is a nigger"

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

Malcolm sex is still a

Who knows what the

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

My life is all a daze

Don't you fall from grace

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Is a necessity,

I’m tryna be low key

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned