This is a song about "Awil nigger"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Play with life like a game, so i'm a nigger with my own spinner

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips